One of the downfalls about living in New Zealand is that it’s a long way from anywhere.
Conversely, one of the greatest things about living in New Zealand is that very same thing. Not being a very big deal globally means we get to sample the best of everything the bigger players put out there from music to television to the more serious stuff like banking practice and policy making.
Here at Union Homestead we’re relatively simple folk who leave all that serious stuff for those who enjoy that sort of thing. Our days are spent grafting either off Homestead, on, or a mix of the two, and of a winter evening we enjoy nothing more than sitting around, woodburner blazing, crafting, chatting, catching up on emails and the like, and watching “something decent” on TV.
What constitutes “decent”, roughly translated to mean something we all have an interest in viewing, is an on-going issue; not surprising when you consider we have to please six people before 7.30pm and five after the magic hour of Farm Girl’s embarkation to the land of nod. There’s a handful of dramas (Elementary, Death in Paradise and Auf Weirderesen, Pet re-runs are current post 7.30 favourites), the quiz show Eggheads, carefully chosen documentaries and movies, and, when all else fails, sport.
Not to say that we are all sport minded folk. Whilst two of us can hold lengthy discussions on any and every sport from golf to “gridiron”, darts to dragon boating, athletics to ziplining, the remainder of us will opt for an evening on the sports channel over any other for one reason: it’s an eye on the world and into other peoples lives. That’s where ESPN with their documentaries have us hooked. They’re generally well balanced, impartial, fascinating glimpses into events and incidents, the nuances of which may have past us by, and the pertinent people’s lives; the wrestlers, baseballers, footballers, boxers, players and athletes of every imaginable genre, oh…and the fans. Maybe The Goat Herd will get a little more caught up in her rag-rugging, the Milk Maid’s knitting needles will click a little faster, or The Renovator answer a couple of emails when the focus falls onto the sporty mechanics, but they can always be lured back by a bit of insight: the disgraced explaining just what they were thinking, the hard hitters talking about their kids, hearing from the spouses and families, the perceived baddies and the goodies, the myth makers and the also-rans.
In a nutshell, we like the proof this gives that, at the end of the day, we’re all pretty much the same the world over whether we hit a ball for a living in New York or tend a motley collection of animals and vegetables in New Brighton.
We’ve all got people we love, dreams we dream, and fears that keep us awake some nights.