The weather has been predictably unpredictable, which combined with a minor illness and the school holidays has seen to it that time in the water has been non-existent for the last couple of weeks. I did find a 24 hour window of less-than-awful weather to load the bus up with children and head down to Taeri Mouth for a night away. The temperatures still weren't kind, but we warmed up with beach cricket (with associated disputes about one-hand-one-bounce and quality fast bowling) and dog-chasing before sundown brought a cold night. Drove back along the coast road the next morning, and needless to say - as I didn't have a board, and had children - the whole coast was pumping. I saw people out at places that I'd only wondered might work - they do.
Still, surf or not, it was good to get away...
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River water, almost as brown as the naki's... |
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Taeri rivermouth |
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Parked up and ready for the kids to have another argument. |
On the writing front, the second draft is proving to be fun - even more than I hoped for. I know it's not what some might call a towering work of literary genius - whatever, frankly - but a book I've always aspired to have written something like is The Road to Gandolfo, by Robert Ludlum. It's utter tripe, really - but throughout the book there's just a wonderful sense of the author having fun, and it's contagious. If I can catch a similar cold I'll be very happy.