There’s been a special fella hiding out at Wellington Zoo. He was rescued from a beach on the Kapiti Coast. Poor chap had swam all the way from Antarctica and found himself in a temperate climate with no ice to eat, just a beach full of sand. In a desperate attempt to cool himself down…
Author: BritMumInNZ
That time it Snowed in Wellington!
The last time it snowed in Wellington was back in the seventies. It’s exceedingly rare, especially at sea-level. A ‘Facebook’ page, ‘That time it Snowed in Wellington‘, has already been set up with thousands of people sending in their photos from all the city suburbs. Our gnome down at sea-level in Welly is digging it!…
‘B’ poems for Lyrical Sunday
A lovely poem from Grandma too… “The beautiful bond of love that binds us together Is like a band of gold that cannot be broken.” __________________________________________________ Welcome to Week 27 of Lyrical Sunday with the theme of ‘B’. If you’d like to join in then please link up below. The link-up will remain open all…
Taking baby dolls for a walk…
Nearly 18 months old and Alice adores teddy bears and dolls. Bears, dolls and boxes are her favourite toys. With Charlotte it was a train fascination at this age – we collected trains and track, read ‘Thomas the Tank Engine’ and took bags of trains out with us wherever we went (though there was one…
Things We’re Loving…
⤠Loving the satisfaction of home baking. I was craving a biscuit, but didn’t have any to hand. I did have a couple of cups of flour, butter, an egg, sugar and a dash of vanilla essence… half an hour later… yummy biscuits with my cuppa! And once the baking bug has bitten, the hot…
What must my children’s friends think of me?!
Take a moment to think back to your childhood… Did some of your friend’s parents stick firmly in your mind for being a little unusual? Or maybe boring? Or control freaks? Or perhaps they were wanna be comedians and thought they were ‘cool’ just like you? Perhaps they were too serious, or scary? Drunk or…
Theme for Week 27 Lyrical Sunday: Poems starting with ‘B’
This week we’re thinking of things starting with the letter ‘B’ for Week 27 of Lyrical Sunday. The theme was originally going to be ‘Beauty’ and here in our little ‘bubble’ of life in New Zealand there is much of beauty to write about this week, but my heart is aching with sadness for the…
Happy Anniversary to a very special ‘ole couple!
I phoned my folks to wish them a very Happy 41st Wedding Anniversary this morning. They really are an inspiration! They gave so much to my sister and I in our ‘growing years’ and it’s delightful to see them now enjoy their ‘couple’ time once again in their ‘senior years’ (ahem, sorry folks!). I listened…
Golden times as a family at the weekend
Weekends are golden, precious family time. Our man of the house is so hard-working and amazing in taking care of his girls. He often works late into the small hours at night, but is always there for his children at bedtimes and weekends. He of course adores all the time he can spend with his…
The Tongariro Crossing: A Poem
The theme for Lyrical Sunday (running all this week till 14 August) is ‘Adventure‘ and Grandma sent through a beautiful poem about the time she walked ‘The Tongariro Crossing‘ in New Zealand with Granddad… (Happy 41st Wedding Anniversary to them too!). x The Tongariro Crossing One day in the year 2008 An 8-hour walk. We…
We’re going on an ADVENTURE for Week 26 of Lyrical Sunday!
Adventure at sunset As the sun sets, we climb over the rocks, very carefully, making sure we don’t fall. We see some art on the rocks. What a surprise! We walk on, hoping the waves won’t splash us. Mummy doesn’t think we’ll make it to the next bay, but I do. We keep going and……
Things I’m Loving
Friendships near and far, always in my heart and often in my thoughts. Living in a city that feels more like a village, because of the nature of the people that live there. Winter sunshine and early signs of spring with ducklings and daffodils already seen! Beautiful scenery and clean air. Wellington, its hills, bays…
Loss to a Taniwha: Writer’s Workshop
The Taniwha crept into the harbour, Trapping the city in its dragon breath. At loss, trapped, beneath high pressure power, A lid of cloud, that needed sun with teeth. We drove up to the lid, in search of blue, And found a hole, from which we could peak-a-boo. Wellington and its harbour hills, no clue…
The Birth of a New Term!
A new term has started. We’re half way through the academic year here in New Zealand. The alarm clock was set for 7am on Monday morning. The petrol tank in the car was filled. The name labels ironed, stitched and stuck on boxes, shoes, bags and clothes. The mileage on the clock has already increased….