The bags are packed, the Shire Socks are done and given to Mr. N’s dad (!) and somehow, it’s time for us to go. I can hardly believe nearly two months have passed. I’m sad to leave – we’ve had such a lovely time with Mr. N’s family,the menagerie, and our friends here. But there’s lots to look forward to … being back in Baltimore for a week and seeing everyone we’ve missed, then getting Mr. N moved into his LA apartment and spending a month there in a brand new to me place.
Monday afternoon, Mr. N and I hopped on the hour-long flight to Auckland to sort out his visa to come back to the US and have a bit of a mini holiday. I’d never been in Auckland, outside the airport, so it was nice to have a small visit to the biggest city in New Zealand, especially as we squeezed in visits to two yarn shops in as many days!
It’s hard to believe that I only have a week left in beautiful New Zealand! This weekend, we did a walk that we’ve been hoping to do since we first arrived. The Paekakariki Escarpment is a 10K trail that runs between Pukerua Bay and Paekak, a part of the longer Te Araroa trail system that stretch along the country. We had a gorgeous day Saturday, sunny with barely a cloud in the sky — a perfect day for a walk. Continue reading “Paekakariki Escarpment and Nut Hap Progress”
It’s Thursday, so let’s talk socks, shall we?
Continue reading “Thursday Sock-a-long: A Finished Pair, Shire Socks, and WHALES!”
Even though it’s winter here in the Southern Hemipshere, things on our bit of coast are incredibly green. In addition to all the gorgeous driftwood the beach furnishes, there’s a lovely array of plant life on, or near, the beach.
At least once a day, and most often quite more, I walk the twenty steps it takes to get to the beach and wander along for a bit. It’s a very quiet beach — a “busy” day consists of seeing more than a person or two on your ramble. Even though I never get very far, every day the bit of beach I wander along has something new to admire. 
Continue reading “Driftwood!”
Well, we made it and are happily ensconced at Mr. N’s parents on New Zealand’s Kapiti Coast. We had a bit of a luggage scare — my precious bag of yarn (along with, less importantly, the entirety of our checked luggage) was lost for our first evening in New Zealand, but, much to my relief, all the bags made it to us the next day with nary a ball of wool harmed. Continue reading “Knitting in N-Zed”
fiber and sustenance 