I’m sorry to report that Santa does in fact need a chimney to find you! 😦
But the best present I could hope for was waking to a fine Christmas morning. More time spent strolling through the Hunua Ranges, until losing the track and coming out at Paparimu School – thanks for the water refill!
As I approached the school across the rolling hills, I appeared beside a house with a verandah full of people enjoying Christmas lunch. “Hungry?” they shouted out. Unfortunately, I’d just dined on my festive fare and couldn’t fit another morsel…
Walking on the road is not doing my legs any good – they much prefer tracks and off-road journeys. By mid-afternoon, my right shin (yup, it wanted to emulate it’s leftie-twin) was aching and swollen. So when I saw a bloke walking in his paddock I hollered out, asking to pitch my tent in his stock yards. “Sure!”
In true Kiwi festive hospitality, Tim Pope of Mangatawhiri soon appeared with three eggs and a bottle of beer, ready for a chat. Thanks for the eggs Tim! [FYI reader: I don’t drink alcohol]
It was a gorgeous evening, so I even managed to get some photos in. I hope my camera stops playing silly buggers – I’m getting some weird colour combinations at times.
Thus ended my non-traditional Christmas day. Quiet, peaceful, physical and tiring. Memorable.