Yes, I’m back in balmy tropics. Or am I just barmy?

It was a short trip home to celebrate a birthday (not mine-I’ve stopped having them!) and to see some old friends. There was wine-tasting, wine drinking, wine buying. And food. And a new game involving some very old people trying to identify themselves in some very old photographs. Fabulous weather and trees still wearing their autumn finery.Did I mention the wine?

It was still very much “hot summer nights” when I left https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kji0iO4bwMw&feature=kp.

A scant week-and-a-bit…I returned to teeth-chattering chill. Wha’appen?

And it was a sad home-coming,too. Blue Eyes is gone. Just a spider. And a common one at that, but I felt tears welling when The Man told me. There is a huge tear in the web so we are guessing a bird got her.But, damn! I’m upset. sniff…UPDATE! The Man called me, a few minutes ago, to see something…a new Nephila web!Complete with owner.Perhaps not Blue Eyes, but, still…Insert mental image of two old gits doing happy dance down the driveway!

And I missed some herpetological drama, too. Mr. Next Door looked out his kitchen window and saw this…



So he rang The Man and The Man rang The Snake Man. And lo!The Snake Man did hurry forth, with his snake equipment *

And here is a picture of the Three Brave Men trying to determine what the snake had eaten.**



Perhaps it was the snake I saw on our roof a few weeks ago? Nobody knows, as they say on QI.

Do I have photographic evidence of my having been absent from my post? Maybe. The camera is still in its case. There is a more pressing matter to be addressed.Lu-ceeeee….!



*old pillow case

** probably a plover


It’s been a strange few weeks Chez Dinahmow…  I’m still processing photos and memories from my recent trips. And trying to catch up with all the things I just left un-done.

And then… The Man had a week in Auckland to celebrate his mother’s 90th birthday.


I would have liked to be there, too, but we couldn’t get a house/cat sitter.*

And while he was there, all manner of family memorabilia came to the top. There’s nothing like moving house  to have a really productive chucking-out of junk, right? And one of his brothers has done just that.Some old photos made their way into the portmanteau.

From our former home,1989. This flood closed roads for several days, though it doesn’t seem much in this picture. But certainly enough for me to do my Gene Kelly act! (In great big gumboots, yet!)

3-Tamborine  April25 1989

No, he was NOT wearing a wig! Can’t remember the occasion, but possibly a party!

2-Tamborine  late 90s

This I do remember. The year we both notched up the half-century. 

1-Dinah and Peter 1995 Dargaville

And I took this in 1981, a few weeks before we moved to live in Australia. The gate on the left leads to his family farm.That mountain in the background is Titiraupenga

Sandell Road 1981

And back to 2013…Among the many things that need to be done is arranging to have six  trees removed. Do you have any idea how sad that makes me feel? Six trees! All now far too tall for our small garden and two of them a threat to fences. So I’ve had some quotes and the job is slated for October 23. 

Ringing any bells? No? Well, it’s the blogiversary.  Perhaps I could offer some murdered trees…Well, I’d better think of something, hadn’t I?

Here’s a picture of the one I think I’ll miss the most. A lovely Casuarina. I’m going to miss the sound of soughing. And the opportunity to use the word “sough.”


* Geiger was diagnosed with diabetes while I was in Europe, so we didn’t want to put them in a cattery and our neighbour who usually feeds them was away. The cats have something to say about it, of course!


Not a sad mood, just thinking of times and people gone by…

Possibly kicked off by meeting old friends  the other day at HAMILTON ISLAND. (And you thought I was not going to tell you where I’d been?)

I saw something this morning that made me giggle.It doesn’t take much!

I stopped to mail a letter and parked beside one of those behemoth Armagard trucks. Nothing odd there…but the driver, shirt rain-soaked, was waiting in a queue to use an ATM!


From my 2007 sketchbook


The Big King…last of the Three Kings* volcanic cones in Auckland. It’s a lot steeper than my piffling sketch suggests! But not as steep as some of the other volcanoes  around the city. Yes, I’ve climbed most of them; an easy enough stretch of the legs, but best not attempted after a big meal or an afternoon at the pub!


One of the girls at the market in Vanuatu.


a page of Dinah Doodles. Clicking may enlarge it, but will not make the writing any easier to read!


Do you doodle? By that, I mean allow your hand to wander , willy-nilly, with no plan of what you draw? Sometimes, my doodles are a warm-up exercise, but some (and this is one) are nudged into being by less abstract prompts. I was on one of those seemingly endless phone-prompts and began drawing an old bottle. It’s so wonky you’re forgiven for thinking I’d just emptied it!


We had a brief-but-heavy shower this morning and I thought I would, at last, re-pot some plants. Silly me! The rain’s gone, the wind’s picked up and the mercury is threatening to burst its tube. Maybe a late storm…?


I haven’t mentioned “chooks” for a while, have I? That’s because we have still not found the time to construct a chookenarium. ( There’s a clapped-out car that’s at the head of the things-to-do list!)  But I’m  running   two compost bins and could use a little help here!


Looking for confirmation of something the other day, I thought, not for the first time, that Roget, of thesaurus fame, is someone I’d like to have known. Of course, if I spent time chatting with all the fascinating people who amuse, entertain, inspire me, none of my work would be done!

* Wikipedia’s link is not showing up (don’t ask me-I’m not a tech boffin!), but if you are curious just Google Three Kings, Auckland.