Ghosts of Christmas Days past (1)
I awoke early, not from the excitement of a probable visit from Santa – he couldn’t possibly have known where I was – but from an alarm sometime after 5am in the motel unit next to mine. Delighted, I was.
A while later and suddenly inspired, I got up. Alas Dec 25th had dawned in wet, grey fashion and in fact summer was left wanting in many places around the country. At that time though it wasn’t raining and I would normally have gone out for a walk with my camera. However, a broken toe acquired just prior to leaving Wellington (couch leg 1, Hayley 0) rendered that impossible.
But I could drive around my hometown and make short hobbling photographic strolls – which I did (and will bundle those pics up with some others a little later).
The rest of the morning was spent with my parents and grandmother, my brother and girlfriend also making a brief appearance.
Early afternoon we piled in the car and made the half hour trip out to the end of South Kaipara Head, the area where I grew up. Lunch and a few hours were spent with an unwell elderly friend of the family. I’ve been to his and his late wife’s farm on countless occasions and the reality was that this could well have been the final time. With that in mind, I excused myself went out hobbling with my camera.
It’s a weird thing, walking around a place so familiar but knowing it might have been for the last time. Still, with so many rustic features to capture, it was a fun walkabout – and there was still the farm on which I grew up to go and see.