Darling Dog

This vehicle parked on Colombo Street had the most adorable passenger in the back.

Lonely St Bernard

Lonely St Bernard

I longed to give him a cuddle, but thought maybe better not.

St Bernards are known for their calm and friendly temperament, and famous for finding and saving lost alpine travellers.  They’re often portrayed with a barrel of brandy around their neck.  You’d need a large house to accommodate this one.

“If I were lost it would be handy
to see this dog arrive with brandy.”

Impeccable Indian

Himalayas is our favourite Indian restaurant and last night’s meal there was simply superb.  We started with an entree of Tandoori Mushrooms.

Tandoori Mushrooms

Tandoori Mushrooms

Since we first tasted these we’ve had them every time.  Just one serving between two (four mushrooms each) is plenty.  Stephen’s main was Kadhai Chicken, and mine was Butter Scallops.  The scallops were perfectly cooked and served in a rich tomato sauce that was ideal for mopping up with naan bread. We went home well satisfied.

“This Indian outshines the rest
with food that is simply the best.”

Mollusc for Mail

Our old letterbox needed replacing, and I wanted something novel.  Nothing I could find locally appealed.  I discovered a site in the U.S. which offered a wonderful selection, but the price, with shipping, was beyond my budget, plus I’m wary of buying online.  I really fancied a box which looked like a snail (snail mail!), and Stephen said he could make one.

Snail Mail Box

Snail Mail Box

This is the result.  Already it’s attracting admiring glances and a professional photographer asked permission to photograph it.  All we need now is for letters to arrive.

“This most unusual purple snail
is waiting to receive some mail.”

Early Excavator

We were rudely awoken at 5.45am by noise of vehicles and people.  A large trailer carrying this tracked vehicle parked right outside our bedroom window.



A team then slowly undid all the fastenings and the machine tracked off the trailer and into the convenient parking spot.  Later we found a notice in the letter box advising us that the road outside is to be repaved this week.  Milling, i.e. jackhammer-type noise, will happen on Sunday night, and the repaving on Monday night.  We are warned that “Some noise will be generated from this operation and there will be the use of amber flashing beacons for Health and Safety requirements.”  Not much chance of a sound night’s sleep, methinks.  Surely once the new surface is laid we won’t have any more roadworks for a while.

“While this goes on outside our gate
sweet dreams are an unlikely fate.”


Repeated Roadworks

They’re digging up the road outside the Cottage – again!

Digging up the road (Small)

This time we didn’t get any warning beforehand, but at least they’re only working in the daytime.  Apparently this is to renew major stormwater pipes.  I thought that had already been done, but maybe not?  We’ve had the road dug up so many times we can’t keep count.

“They’re digging up the road again
those perpetual digging men.”

Wet Weaver?

This mornng’s drizzle made this spiderweb stand out beautifully.



Where do spiders go when it’s raining, I wondered.  Apparently it depends on the volume of the rain.  If this is light they may be quite happy to stay out and even enjoy it a little (how can anyone tell?).  If it’s heavier, just like us, they will take shelter.

“The spider may be feeling jolly
just sitting there beneath a brolly.”

Mollett Street Murals

Two new murals faced me in Mollett Street today.

The first, by Sofles, was a bit hectic for my holiday mood.

Mural by Sofles

Mural by Sofles

I loved this picture of a girl watering her garden, by NZ artist Elliot Francis Stewart.

Watering girl

Watering girl

“New murals spring up anywhere.
These are just two that I came near.”




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