On the way she insisted we stop at the scene of the accident from the day before to see if we could find my gold chain. We were astonished at how far the car had flown in the air and the extent of the damage to the guard rail. It was also quite a way down into the trees. No gold chain though. I couldn't wait to drive away as the accident site is marked off and all it would take is a rubber necking driver to send us into the forest. I've seen it on telly when cops get hit whilst on the side of the motorway so I know it must be true.
The tides at the beach at St Martin rise and fall by 30ft so the fishing boats are really high and dry. It would be a leap of faith off the wharf onto the deck at low tide.
We saw 2 covered bridges very much like the Bridges of Madison County. Very romantic today but I would imagine diabolical in the snow and ice of winter. It would be a scene from Beetlejuice.
We didn't do so well in our choice of lunch places on the beach. It was the equivalent of The Greasy Spoon; forget the spoon. So after we had drunk the fat off our plates we took a tiki tour or a Canadian tour around the wee villages. Two old men were lounging outside a gallery and said," Hello." I replied with'" Tena korua." One asked me what it meant so I told him. The other one said that they were hoping I was telling them that they were good looking. Quite witty I thought.
There are some lovely knock knacks tasteful artefacts to buy but after what we've been through in CHCH I wonder why I'd bother, so I didn't.
So all who are waiting for Canadian memorabilia forget it. Nada. Zero. Nothing.
Tonight is a lovely night; not too hot and there is a breeze.
The people I've met through Jane have all been talking about the last 2 winters here and how they don't want another one like it this year. It is very hard to imagine as everything is so green and pretty. I've had supper and appetisers with a French Canadian and her Aussie husband, 7 Canadians and tea ( morning tea) with a Canadian Italian and 2 Canadians. Folks are very hospitable. Everyone has a basement. I think I said that already. It's like another world down there.
I've gone from thinking that the hinds, stags and fawns are sweet to wondering how you could eliminate them without getting caught. They are so destructive and yes greenies, I can hear you saying that they were here first. We were called to be kaitiaki of the land and because they are smart animals and have moved into suburban areas, they have plentiful food (domestic gardens thanks) and no predators. They are getting quite fearless and will soon be a challenge esp the stags and hinds with babies in tow. I've tried calling out venison burgers, deer sausages but they take no heed. Such arrogance. They carry ticks, some of which carry Lyme disease so not fun at all.
I've just looked over my shoulder and one is laying beside the garage. I shall approach it with toasted hamburger buns and some sauce.
Howard's hummingbird feeder is a great hit with the birds. They are so tiny and fast- about half the size of a wax eye. Not a good shot but the best I can do as the boards come and go quickly.
The hotel is the Algonquian in St. Andrews and the piano sits in their courtyard.
The loo signs were on the doors of the washrooms????? Dunnies at St Martins beach.
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