The Autumn Blog... (but mostly about summer)

So......
Where were we?
Last time we spoke it was autumn. Funny, it's autumn now...i mean again. Autumn.
Ah well, what are you going to do?

It's been a summer of building, bbq's and plenty of living in the outdoors, both here in Titiraingholm and around the islands. North and South that is.

Christmas was another great family gathering from all sides descending on the deck to share a feast of food and laughter. (for photos of xmas see http://whanaumoore.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-2009-part-two.html)

The building started with The Ballustrade, an addition to the deck on the front door side of the house to stop wayward nieces and nephews diving off the edge into the abyss.

Construction photo:

(photo may resemble those posted on other blogs)

We tested the robustness of construction at New Years eve by cranking the bbq up again for an xmas re-run, with perhaps too much bad singing thrown in... ah well, a good time was had by all I'm sure.


Following these continuous festivals of eating we decided it was high time to get away from the tropical climate that is NZ north of Taupo and head to more "invigorating" pastures for some long days wandering the hills of Queen Charlotte Track. Lets just say it was lucky we took our rain coats. But any tramp where you can end an 8 hour day with complementary wine tasting at The Portage is OK by me.


Back in the land of Waitakere we added to the growing list of species we share our patch of Auckland with the addition of one escaped pet rabbit, Rabo, and her two baby rabbits named Woger and Bugs. Now, the babies, despite severe cute appeal, are unfortunately not the kind of livestock we really want to sponser in the Roost, so off to the SPCA they went. But they were cute whilst they lasted:


Last (for this blog) but not least is the story of The Path, the newest addition to the growing landscaping capers of The Roost. Over three weekends and 1000 years the a path now exists along the northern side of the house. Last winter this patch of ground resembled a treacherous and somewhat unnerving slip-and-slide on route between house and chicken coop. But not now with a stone an cobble combination Tony Murrell would be proud of.


A bientot, Andy et Cha