Tunnel Beach

Today we went to Tunnel Beach. Tourists were swarming; we had to remind ourselves how lucky we are that it is just two minutes drive from our house.
The “Tunnel” in the picture is not the tunnel you are looking for. The real tunnel was hand carved out of the soft rock about 100 years ago and takes you down to a little beach. It is pretty cool and if you are ever in Dunedin you should definitely visit, be prepared for a very steep walk back to your car…

Working from Santa’s Sleigh

It was proposed that we decorate our pods at work. I don’t sit in a pod so thought I was off the hook, then the people on the five loose desks near mine called a meeting to discuss ideas. Nobody had any, so I mentioned my hair-brained, elaborate plan of having one desk as a sleigh, pulled by the other desks. This was declared a great idea and with that it was on.
I now have this as my desk for the next two weeks. Will we win??

That’s More Like It

After moaning yesterday that I was ready to blow this popsicle stand for warmer climes, things are looking up. It is 7pm, I am sitting outside in the sun and, until I dropped my drink and the dog stole some of their bread, I was watching about 50 small birds feeding in my garden.
Picture is not great as it was taken on my phone at safe bird watching distance.

December has Arrived

You would be forgiven for thinking, if you live in Dunedin New Zealand, that you had teleported to a town in the Northern hemisphere and were in for a winter Christmas. We have had weeks of rain, wind and hail.
Today was supposed to be the start of summer, instead I packed a scarf for work this morning. However, as it was also the start of December we had the start of the festivities at work to warm our hearts.
Christmas bake-off brought out the creativity (and the laziness of people like me who chose to sample instead).

One Man’s Trash…

Combined garage sale at Mummy and Daddy Pigalina’s. Apparently in my teenage years I had thought that this kettle and cosy would one day look lovely in my future home. I was so attached to it that I forgot all about it until my sister found it amongst the junk for the garage sale.
Seemingly 9am means 6am to some dedicated garage sale patrons. Dunno why they didn’t buy my kettle.