Every place has its contrasts; its juxtapositions; a sense of yin and yang.
We thought for today’s blog we would take you along with us, The Milk Maid and Farm Girl, as we undertake the school run. Our apologies in advance for the quality of the photos (blame a combination of elcheapo cellphone, impatient school girl and a photographer who had left her glasses at home) which we hope show just how hodge-podge and beautifully ugly the Homestead’s surroundings are.
The Avon-Otakaro River, situated about 100 metres from the Homestead’s backdoor, doesn’t seem to care whether it’s flowing through posh Mona Vale, quake-bashed downtown Christchurch or good ol’ New Brighton, it’s still pretty.
Down the cycle way and into the Red Zone
But there’s no time to dally! Back onto the cycle way; our intrepid cyclists are experts at picking a course through the potholes and uneven surfaces.
On the other side of the river, demolition continues on the few remaining houses in Bexley. The only thing noisier than the crunch-crash-crumble of the digger chomping through yet another building was one very irate goose.
All photos are now taken on the move as Farm Girl does not want to be late. Past the Mailbox Sculpture – these are from Red Zoned houses.
and through yet another contractors yard,
And then we’re there:The Kingdom of Nova. Our journey is exactly one kilometre door to door.
We love it here, sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and the Avon-Otakaro River. We love the sun sparking on the water and the easterly performing origami on the washing; our very own kotuku (white heron) paddling in the river and the gulls hassling yet another fish and chip diner, the beach, the river, the buzz and the people.
This place isn’t perfect; if it were there wouldn’t be any place for a ramshackle Homestead full of idealistic dreamers who cherish a bit of yin and yang in their lives…