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June 28, 2014

A Time of Passing



Jonquils from her garden,


feet upon her street,


a final passage to 


the church at the end of her life.


My beautiful, flawed and darling mother - 
Joan Hobby (nee Muston) 7 Feb 1927 - 18 June 2014


June 10, 2014

More On Water


Not a whiff of diesel, no creak of hulls, no lapping wharf nor sultry heat...


Just a wet and wintery ephemeral treat.



June 5, 2014

Bur Dubai



... as I fly off into Arabian Nights and Summer days: I wrote that just over a year ago. Somehow with the complications of using unfamiliar computers and very fickle internet connections I never posted anything about my three month trip while I was actually on it. And now that the anniversary of that time has arrived it is very much in my mind. 


I've never been drawn to the idea of Dubai with it's look what money can buy ethos.


But it is a stop over point on one of the major flight routes between Christchurch and London and... I really did want to try and soften the effects of a long-haul flight on my body. Jet lag floors me so completely for at least five days that surely three days anywhere en route might just ease the transition.


Since Emirates airline was offering reduced rates on selected stopover hotels, and we had family to visit, I decided to make the most of the occasion. Surely there was an old quarter, something more in line with my preference for souks and tradition?  There is. Bur Dubai! 



Kitty and I spent three days staying in the Arabian Courtyard Hotel, with its palatial suites, friendly staff and carefully judged mix of traditional décor and modern comfort. 


If I hadn't deleted so many of my early photos by accident, I would have a broader range of Dubai photos including one of Kitty and the delightful doorman, but I am so pleased that I still have all my photos of Dubai Creek, because it stole my heart. 



The liveliness of river traffic always pleases me: The throb of engines;


The lap of water between piles and moored boats;



The creak of hulls against wharf and one other;


The smell of iron and rust, old paint and damp timber and diesel;



Light on water and the promise of destination: 
All these things remind me of a life lived once on water.



Across the Creek from Bur Dubai is Deira where we ogled the jewellery in the Gold Souk and coveted spices in the Spice Souk.




Our hotel immediately overlooked Dubai Museum, a historic bastion site and a welcome relief from the heat.



This carved motif on the door that Kitty is entering is very like the Pacific Island decorative frangipani motif.



I liked this carved structure too, an entrance to Dubai Old Souk. This market along with the Textile Souk was also handy to our hotel.



There was no shortage of souvenir shops and hawkers around Bur Dubai, 


but they are all part of the character of the place and I enjoy the banter when it's not too aggressive. Here, I never felt threatened by salesmen or afraid to be on the streets. 



And that jet lag? The three day break in the trip worked wonders. I was able to operate normal hours almost as soon as we arrived in England. 


May 29, 2014

Autumn

Every year as Autumn falls, I think that it is my favourite season here in Canterbury, New Zealand: Cold nights, warm days, calm dry weather...  A respite from the heat and winds of summer and a gentle settling into Winter. Not this year!



Wet, bleak, foggy. Light-the-fire-and-stay-inside-weather. The horses never seem bothered and always look good from my kitchen window.




Leaf fall brings the stick insects into view. The one below hitched a ride into the warm kitchen on my head. Bryony and I had a hilarious time photographing it; once I'd moved in close with my macro lens it reached out with those long legs and took over the camera!




Without the cold of frosty mornings, leaves dropped listlessly and without the dazzle of colour associated with deciduous trees at this time of year.


The coniferous swamp cypress still managed to blaze in a rare shaft of evening sunshine.


The lack of frosts have meant some plants continued to flourish. The Mexican bush sage by my front steps normally comes into flower towards the end of March in time for a brief velvet display before it's felled by frost early in April. It has certainly been one of the delights of this otherwise dreary season, flowering profusely until two days ago when our first hard frost withered it up. Other plants that wouldn't usually flower till August or September, like Spirea, have also produced flowers. Even the early flowering jonquils, which everyone always thinks are earlier than usual, for flowering in June, had forced through the ground a whole month ahead of themselves and had begun to flower by the end of April.


It's not quite fair to paint the season so grimly.
Our weather patterns mean that the cold, still, inversion layer days always hold the promise of a change to Nor' West conditions. But the warmer temperatures also bring strong winds, and they have been as relentless this autumn, as the rain and dreariness.  Kitty and I managed a  walk on Ashworths Beach on a fine and windy Mothers' Day.


But to really keep the blues at bay, I have Bryony's role in Chicago to thank. The North Canterbury Musical Society's production for 2014 played for two weeks in May, but the promotional lead-up was pretty exciting too. Here's Bryony - as Velma Kelly - and the very talented dance troupe presenting a special editon of All that Jazz during a Flash Mob at Artisan Bakery in Rangiora.


Swamp cypress, Taxodium distichum
Mexican bush sage, Salvia leucantha


May 1, 2014

Ashley School and Mt Grey Downs School 150th Jubilee

April. It's over. Hopefully it has taken its super-sized showers with it. Not that they haven't given the month a lot of character...












The kind of character that destroyed the rail bridge across the Ashley River in a 1953 flood.  These photos were part of a larger display mounted by the Kowhai Archives for the Ashley School and Mt Grey Downs School 150th anniversary held over Easter. With the heavy rain the day before, and the closing of the road bridge between Rangiora and Ashley  


the Jubilee Committee was left wondering just how many people were going to turn up. 



We'd been planning this event since late 2012, reading how the 125th anniversary held in January 1989 was a hot, dry and windy occasion and now it looked like roads would be impassable, with slips and storm water up and down the South Island.
We needn't have worried, people came all the same.  



My school friend Michelle, started twice from her home in Mataura before being able to pass high-tide flooding, and others made it from Mossburn and Te Anau as well as Taupo in the North Island. I missed Patsy; she couldn't get through the slips on the road from Akaroa. 


An unexpected pleasure for me was meeting so many people with links to the Skudder House. Above are three beautiful Vallance sisters who remember their grandmother Frances,
and the Skudder family well.

It was also moving to meet for the first time as an adult, my infant teacher Mrs Blick, who I had only the faintest visual memory of, but her loving, gentle guidance has remained with me always. 


There she is in the middle, now Jill Tinkler. I also remember fondly Basil Shead in dark blue, who was headmaster in the early 1970s. It was very special to have Russell Lear, seated in black, at the Jubilee. He was sole charge master at Ashley in the late fifties and apparently forgot to come to the 125th anniversary. Glad you remembered this one Russell! And Craig Mullan, that's him seated at left, well he's the current principal, not one of my teachers but Kitty's - glad to call him a friend. 


My particular interest in this project was the history of the two schools and the surrounding area. Along with Terry Green from the Kowhai Archives 

I worked on history displays of photos, and school days mementoes as well as revising an earlier edition of the two schools' history, with technical help from others on the committee.  One of the highlights of the weekend was walking into the small room where books, old school work and albums were displayed with a reading table, to find so many of my old school mates listening to Cindy reading their 1965 words back to them.


Mt Grey Downs is no longer easy to find and the area has been tagged Ashley Downs by real estate agents. The school building has gone but I had never appreciated until my recent research that many of my school fellows at Ashley had transferred here after the amalgamation of the two schools in 1963. At least three people around the table above are in the photo below.


This photo, taken on Mt Grey Downs' last day, is my favourite of all the photos that I have worked with over the past months. The sole charge Master at the time was Mr Rogers.  Many of the remaining past pupils apparently maintain a connection and meet more regularly than every 25 years!  Mt Grey Downs School opened in 1869 rather than 1864 and like Ashley School had more than one site, but for boundary reasons rather than risk of flooding!
Which brings me back to the weather. Saturday - the day for ceremony and photographs dawned bright and sunny. 


There was a cake to be cut - by brother and sister, Betty and Doug from Mt Grey Downs School:

a tree to be planted, by Mina of Mt Grey Downs, Alan who was Ashley School's oldest representative at 97, and Zoe, the newest entrant at Ashley School:


and photos to be taken... 


before the evening dinner and non-stop reminiscing.



On Easter Sunday there was a church service at the Church of St Simon and St Jude. Michelle, who was a consummate pianist even at primary school played for the hymns.


A walk around the Ashley village followed


and a wreath was laid at the Cenotaph during an early Anzac ceremony.


The festivities closed with an amiable picnic lunch gathering and some hilarious games. I discovered that I have a knack for hurling gumboots but after a heated battle, I didn't manage to beat the reigning egg and spoon champion Terry. He did  have to fight Kitty for that title though!


My impression of this anniversary event is of a deep-rooted, strong farming community, where the small school experience wrought deep bonds amongst children who attended together. The stories that flowed and were uncovered deserve another blog post to themselves.

And what better way to finish the weekend than to receive news that the bridge was open. A joyful rippled passed through lunch as people read their texted bridge status notifications.

Photos of my own are supplemented by Fran Gardner's photos.
Thanks also to the Kowhai Archives for the Ashley River display
and G Harris for the Last Day at Mt Grey Downs School photo.