4 Wheel Driving South Island

Once again it was a long long day of driving, so much so my dearly beloved wanted me to drive. WOW he must have been tired of driving. :)

We had stopped at Geraldine last night as we wanted to go to the pie shop in in Fairlie. The que to get pie shop is at any given time out the door and round the corner kind of. That show tasty their pies are and how famous they are around NZ. But first things first.

Today was the First Sunday of Advent, So I went off to mass and Colin went off to the vehicle museum in Geraldine. The priest was and Indian priest by the name of Fr Jolly. His Sermon was very good. He strated by saying Happy New Year. Luckily for me I was on to what he said only because I had read somethig about the first Sunday in Advent is the start of the Catholic New Year. It was a good Puch line to start with. We had agreed to meet at the Barkers foodstore and eatery in the centre of town. Mmmmm.... the racks of bottled goodies look very nice. I started on breakfast till Col came. The food was tasty. Colin did'nt want anything as he was saving room for his pies. Greedy Pig.

After a stop for takeways at the Pie shop we were on our way. It was a long day of travelling. Over 8 hours in total as we stopped to tiki tour around the side of lake Tekapo and go all the way to the back of it, then taking 'The Shot of Mt Cook'. The Lupins were in total bloom. it was like a tapestry of colour as far as the eye could see at times. What a lovely scene. I understand what William Wordsworth meant in his field of Daffodils.

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Then thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Onwards and South wards we drove on. we got to the air B&B in Clyde and both of us were quite tired, wash, dinner and bed was the order of events for the evening.Leia mais