Today is decidedly blustery.
After a day of pelting rain (“Good for the garden,”says the Pollyanna in me) the wind kicked up and everyone’s getting a bit sick of it.
Leia hunkers down in that freakily quiet spot in the paddock (it must have something to do with fence placement) while Geraldine decides it’s a day not worth getting out of bed for and Jolene declares it’s playing havoc with her coiffure.
Talk over morning coffee, a little louder to be audible over the gusts hitting the side of the Homestead, centred around our latest adventure.
Rowing on the Avon: Quintessentially Christchurch.
Paddling through the Botanical Gardens on a sunny, lazy, sparkly day is a wonderful way to start the New Year and proof absolute that, here on Union Homestead, the course may be haphazard and the technique questionable, but we always paddle our own canoe.