MID-WINTER SWIM, HATAITAI BEACH, 2026

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MID-WINTER SWIM, HATAITAI BEACH, WELLINGTON

11 am,  SUNDAY  21 JUNE 2026.

be there or be .... dry?

Uh, oh, New Plymouth Again

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I was in an independent ' I-don't-need-no-driving-licence' mood, trying not to feel sorry for myself, and so I did what I always do when I'm feeling irked by life ..  I shot off to New Plymouth for five nights.  This time, I went by Intercity bus, eight hours each way.  'Nuff said?

Yay, I stayed at the Devon Hotel:  two dinner buffets, one buffet breakfast, and two room service meals - the roast dinner of the day was a true feast.  I almost collapsed under the weight of the huge plated meal as I took it from the wait staff member who delivered it to my room.  

I also went to my fave Asian buffet where the creme brulee was superb.  And I know what you're thinking - "an Asian restaurant serving Creme Brulee, never?" But it was to die for and I always make a beeline to this place for dinner-with-creme-brulee when I'm in New Plymouth.

I swam in the Devon Hotel pool every day.  But - oh my - the pool temp was 30c. ( wasn't acclimatised to such heat. The sea at the moment in Wellington is somewhere around 12c. 

And I did something totally daring ... I got a free bicycle from the Devon Hotel and  cycled up and down The Coastal Walkway.  Goodness, it was exhausting.  I got off the bike more than I was on it.  It was all those mountains I was supposed to pedal up, and ended up pushing the bike over them instead.  Mind you, the passing walkers who I grizzled to, informed me that they were only small rises, not mountains at all.

I also wandered in and out of lots of charity shops down the main shopping road, Devon Street.

And that reminds me of a story my friend once told me -

My friend took a doll's house into a Wellington charity shop to donate.  She had spruced it up by painting the window sills and adding new shingles to the roof.  It was near to Christmas and my friend was positive there would be a little girl somewhere who would love to have the doll's house.

"Oh, no..."  The charity volunteer shook her head.  "We already have one doll's house.  We don't need another."

So my friend's husband lugged the doll's house back to the car.   They ended up giving it to a neighbour's son who loved it to bits. 

And this little story brings me back to New Plymouth.  Inside one charity shop, there were notices plastered  eveywhere asking for more donations. I also saw the same sort of notice inside other charity shops   Good on you New Plymouth.

I walked The Coastal Walkway, as well as cycling it.

As you can see, the above photo is up to my usual professional(?) standard of photography.

Ending my Driving Licence saga

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Well..  , it's now all over and done with.  I will be losing my driving licence.  Because of bad eyesight.  

I had given up my car last December, because of rust.  Thank goodness I decided to wait until my next drivers' licence renewal in April before buying another car. 

It's glaucoma.  I've been holding it off for about 30 years (those stupid multiple eye drops!), including glaucoma surgery on each eye.

The weird thing is, I think I can see pretty well.  I never wear glassses around the house. And I may even have posted the information to you about two years ago that I even got permission from the optometrist to drive without wearing glasses; I never did because, you know, habit.... And fear.

Though the Transport Department sent me a full drivers' licence about three weeks ago, with no stipulations at all, they contacted me last week saying that on closer inspection they had revoked the licence ('licence' is British spelling, 'license' is USA spelling).

In the meantime, I had been to the eye clinic at Wellington Hospital. They confirmed everything....

Now, where did I put that bus timetable....?

My walk over the Hataitai Hill

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I'm still not feeling all tip-top or as well as I should be feeling.

Two weeks ago I was determined to walk from Miramar to Hataitai, then up and over the Hataitai Hill, and down to Oriental Bay, and the city.

It was a tough walk for me, probably the last time I will do the walk in its entirety.

At the top of the hill is one of my favourite views.

above:  If you look across the water, you can see my suburb of Miramar, in Wellington.  It was a cloudy day.  And, as you know, I am the world's worst photographer.

above:  Here's a pic of another view from top of Hataitai Hill.  I took this one several years ago.

Oh dear.

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I went to see the stage musical "and Juliet", and I thought "When I get home, I'll write my blog ..."

It never happened, and I apologise for not writing one last Sunday (NZ time) because within a few hours of getting home from the show I came down with ... something?    Flu?  A cold?  Who knows.  It wasn't Covid because I tested.

My throat hurts, my head hurts, my teeth hurt.  My nose is running.  I'm sneezing.  Because my throat hurts when I try to eat,  I haven't eaten - oh, goodie, I may have lost weight.

I'm in bed, typing this blog one-fingered on my Amazon Fire Kindle because the thought of starting up my computer is just too much of an effort.  Ditto getting into the bath, or going out to my letterbox, or dancing a jig.

Look after yourselves.

That Darn Eagle

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I belong to a seniors' improv group.  It's strictly amongst ourselves, no public performances.  I don't think five minutes go by when, as a group, we don't burst into loud laughter.

Last week we were in pairs and told to take turns adding to a verbal off-the-cuff story.  And as each person adds a bit, the story has to grow increasingly outrageous.

We were given the subject of the story:  'A Guy Falls Down a Hole'.

My little duo had our guy - Robert - getting lost in a scary dark forest, with wolves howling, branches snapping, rain pouring, cougars prowling, and wind swirling.  Robert has only a broken torch with him and - goodness - he falls down a really deep hole.  He can't climb out because the sides of the hole are too smooth to get a grip..

An eagle flies down into the hole, attacks Robert.  Robert is frantically bashing the eagle with his torch.

Oh dear, Robert kills the eagle.

Robert rips off the bird's claws, and uses them as grips to climb the wall of the hole.  To freedom.

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Thanks, Julie, for that brilliant ending.

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"You could pass for sisters!"

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I've never been able to understand why it's said so many times to adult mothers and their adult daughters:  "Wow, you could pass for sisters..."

While the mother is preening, isn't the daughter silently seething?  I know I would be.

Does the person who says the phrase never, for one moment, think how much the daughter is hurting?  For goodness sake, her mother is 50 whilst she, the daughter, is only 18.

The daughter thinks that surely she doesn't look 50?  Yikes, that's half a century!  I mean 50, to this young woman, is sooooo ancient.  She's mortified that anyone could think her being anywhere near that age.

She wants to run home to her bedroom and hide under the duvet for the rest of her life.

Mum, of course, is oblivious to all this inner torment.  It's been intimated she could pass for somewhere around her daughter's age. And that's enough for her...