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August 20, 2015

Another Year Older...

Make the most of celebration days I think...
Get out early in the morning and breakfast somewhere you've never breakfasted before...

Like the Lyttleton Coffee Company. 
Walk by the seaside and marvel at

spring buds...

Check out some civic art and recall a literary hero at the same time...

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, Mowgli, Just So, Puck, and more recently, Kipling's poetry on what it is to be torn between two countries, have coloured nearly all my years of reading. Here he sits at the end of Kipling St in Christchurch - a sculpture by Chris Reddington.

Eat more at some indulgent place like The Tannery - Christchurch's post Earthquake, boutique shopping destination... While you're there buy kid gloves, dried hops, an old Penguin book of 
D H Lawrence's short stories England My England.

Head home to the garden with your brand new birthday gloves and potter ... Today I planted peonies received from a friend earlier this week. 

Finish the day by giving your niece a belly dancing lesson. Don't forget to dance a bit yourself even at your age!

August 17, 2015

Five Years of Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden

You'd be forgiven for thinking I am flagging: that after five years, original intentions for setting up this blog have fallen by the wayside, and I have lost interest. 

I've experienced major life altering events since 17th August 2010, and the idea of following the development of an old garden into a self sufficient source of income has certainly lost impetus. So has the intention to create a record of the restoration of a dilapidated historic home for eventual use towards a qualification in museum and archiving studies.  

The Skudder House now has a different story to tell though it is more one of bureaucratic bumbling than anything structural.

The budding daffodils that illustrated my very first post though, are a symbol of some kind of forward motion. I did move them, and this year after a couple of years of sulking from earthquake stress, they have bulked up and are a mass of buds by my back door! The increase of bulbs was a distant dream back in 2010.

April 15, 2015

Birthdays Come and Go

Snow! And we haven't even had a frost here in Ashley yet. The snow in the photo is covering Sugar Loaf hill on the Port Hills around Christchurch - 14th April. It had melted away by early afternoon. 

Until now Autumn has been mellow here. After a long, dry and windy summer, the weather softened to cool, foggy mornings and warm, calm days. 

Last year Autumn was a miserable aberration so I've been pleased to see the Indian Summer character of Autumn return here. 

This butterfly stonecrop flowered handsomely in amongst the foliage of an old fashioned rose - making a pleasing visual pairing not of my design. I don't know which variety of Sedum spectabile this is because it came in a garden bouquet for Elwin's funeral, but it is a good deep pink.

Yesterday was Elwin's birthday and in our school holiday meanderings, Kitty and I remembered him with quiet asides. Later Bryony joined us for a night at the pictures and we imagined he would have enjoyed this family time together.

Another autumn birthday in our famly is Bryony's on 
13th March. She turned 21 last month.
We spent her special day together eating brunch and morning tea - in that order - at The Colombo, which is a classy city shopping mall grown up out of the earthquakes. We ate our brunch off a billiard table and over-indulged on macaroons.

Later we were drawn by the beautiful weather, to the Christchurch Botanic Gardens, where Bryony photographed this monarch butterfly feeding on elecampane...

and we loosely recreated a photo from her infancy in the rose garden. 

The following day - after attending to small, Great Gatsby, details -

It was party time.

As mother-in-charge I was nervous about holding a 21st birthday party at home - but Bryony loves making events happen here - and I needn't have worried. There were no gate-crashers, no unruly or messy behaviour, and nearly all the guests made a lot of effort with their costumes. Bryony's friends who so often make their own music, set up a sound system and I enjoyed the novelty of seeing our period-styled living room heaving like a night club. 

What was a problem of sorts was an empty water tank. Discovered the night before, and due to an unidentified leak, there was no way to fill the tank to a usable level, before the 50 or so guests arrived. So water was carted to washing points and particularly the toilet, and all the guests were given toilet-use instructions as they arrived, which they followed, bless them. 
The leak is fixed now, but I have no doubt there will be other challenges to face as Autumn turns to Winter, here in Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden.

Butterfly stonecrop, ice plant - Hylotelephium spectabile var (formerly Sedum spectabile)
Elecampane, horse-heal, elf dock, marchalan - Inula helenium
Red rose - Rosa 'Lavaglut'

March 8, 2015

Coming Down ... And Going Up

It's been a long time coming - the Rangiora renewal. 

Maybe because the town didn't suffer too obviously from the September 2010 and February 2011 earthquakes, it hit us all harder when so much was shut down later. We had been lulled into a false sense of security during the golden age of favour when Christchurch shoppers retreated from the city's shopping malls and broken streets to the apparent safety of a small, friendly, and not too distant town.

But over the last six months or so the town has had an air of progress. Quite a lot of the progress has looked like this...

Farmers Department Store

John Knox Presbyterian Church

Mainpower (originally North Canterbury Electric Power Board)

Robbie's (originally the Junction Hotel)

Farmers' site

Junction Hotel façade from behind

The old hotel's preserved historic frontage stands like a stage set from a Wild West movie, awaiting a new development to give it substance. Further along High Street new developments are well under way! 

Some of the changes aren't directly Earthquake related. The Westpac Bank building has been demolished to make way for a long overdue road re-alignment...

And on the edge of town the new Ashley Bridge is another long awaited project that is close to completion. A ribbon cutting ceremony was held on Saturday 21st February ahead of the bridge being opened to traffic. 

That happened without fanfare, but with much excitement for local drivers, on Friday evening, 6th March. I couldn't help thinking that there might be a competitive streak in the bridge-building team, determined to beat the Town Hall refurbishment team to opening...

 ... on Saturday 7th March. My girls and I feel strongly the place of the Rangiora Town Hall in our identity. Although the 90 year old building has been refurbished and extended to provide better performing arts facilities, it is also a listed Heritage building and many tangible features remain to keep us connected to the memories we all have woven into the building's fabric.

A good crowd attended the opening ceremony, explored the spaces - old and new - and many of us made sure we were among the first to enjoy the much-anticipated boutique cinemas.

One of the new/old spaces was this round room under the cupola which has long been inaccessible to the public. Now it is an airy elegant space to look out from onto the future of Rangiora.

February 19, 2015

February 15, 2015

Cricket Anyone?

Actually this is another post about Morris dancing...

Did I really think that I could come home from the National Tour and rest up for the sake of my ankles? Not with the Cricket World Cup Opening looming right on my doorstep.
Both Christchurch Morris dancing sides, the Tussock Jumpers and Nor' West Arch, were involved as programmed acts during the pre-ceremony entertainment happening around Hagley Park.

The UK Daily Mail didn't quite get the picture when they declared that "Maori warriors shared the stage with morris dancers," but the Tussock Jumpers were flattered never the less, to make it into the international broadcast and get that brief exposure.

Graham from Nor' West Arch - that's him towering above the others in the photo below - had organised for our two groups

to present three styles of Morris dancing between us: North West, Border and Cotswold. Regular practice nights were serious work-outs with attention to choreography, transition between dances, and visits from the organisers. Then last week, it was time for on-site rehearsals with fine tuning for everyone concerned...

We performed on one of four themed stages, with the Woolston Brass band, adorable Highland dancers,

and Irish dancers, who did get to share the big stage with Maori warriors late in the evening!

The entertainment on the stages was intended to be a backdrop for 'backyard' cricket games, which were played out by children from the Metropolitan Cricket clubs while roving entertainers kept the crowd engaged.

It was hard to get away from our stage to see other acts but on opening night, I did manage to get over to see the Indian Banghra dancers... and snuck in on their group photo session just before the opening ceremony. I loved the way the men were completely at ease with their bodies as they danced - very captivating.

Moving on from our time at the 'Traditional As' stage,

all of the performers processed through the gathered crowd before dispersing to watch the Opening ceremony on the big stage, or the huge screens set up around the park.

Now of course three games have already been won... how could New Zealand not win their first home match! Australia and South Africa have also won their matches. On with the Show, and special thoughts of my English cricketing cousins, the Lerigos. The family team, in their cricket whites, hung on my fridge for ages, looking for all the world like a troupe of Morris men!

Photos various by J Hobby, K Jamison, G Rippon

February 4, 2015

New Zealand Morris Tour 2015

Time for a summer holiday: somewhere with a balmy climate, even temperatures, and light zephyrs from the sea... New Plymouth fits the bill though it does have a frisson of risk... a dormant volcano; Mt Taranaki stands guardian over this rich farmland and gardeners' paradise.

Gardening and Morris Dancing - two of my favourite things!
This year the New Zealand annual Morris dancing gathering was based in New Plymouth and during the week of 4th - 10th January. It was hosted by Phoenix Morris who took more than eighty participants out and about around Taranaki.

What better way to start the week than with dance workshops. Here dancers learn a new dance from homesick Helen called 'Kiwis Fly Home.' 

But our Tour organisers, keeping in mind that we were on holiday and also had a big evening gig ahead of us, had programmed a Monday afternoon of idyllic excess at Tupare Gardens.

There was a picnic lunch on the river flat with bathing for the keen as well.

We could stroll in the magnificent 
public gardens and tour the beautifully conceived and crafted Chapman Taylor house. The Arts and Crafts house and the landscaped grounds were a dream realised of asphalt baron, Russell Matthews and his wife Mary. How remarkable that this garden and its house offer free entry to the public. A personal highlight for me was meeting a young American volunteer gardener. This botany student from Boston is also a great grandson of Russell and Mary! 

As our first day drew to a close it was time for our first public appearance as Morris dancers. The group made a heady entrance along a wooded path into a performance area, where a large crowd had settled in for an evening of entertainment. We were a booked act for the evening during New Plymouth's Festival of Light at Pukekura Park.

Many of us quail a bit at the thought of stage and formal performance. We are drawn rather to the spontaneity of street performance, the opportunity to banter with one another, to interact with the audience, and to be able to get away with muddling through at times.

Yet in spite of our reservations about formalised performance, we all rise to the occasion and I have to confess, make an effort to raise the standard of presentation. At the end of two hours, with a large appreciative audience, we were, exalted, satisfied, physically tired, but wide awake with adrenalin. The park, lit up for the Festival with fairy tale lighting arrangements, beckoned us to explore. 

Water is very evident in Pukekura Park: waterfalls, lakes and rivulets were all dressed with light -  from the colourful lanterns that were really rowing boats bobbing on water, to this eye catching sculpture of rain drops and birds' nests suspended above the Poet's Bridge. I was entranced too by the native forest giants with their lofty canopy uplit: ethereal.

Back to reality and dancing in the street the following day - Tuesday...

At Hawera, east of the mountain, where along with modern public spaces, there are also varied shop façades spanning the past 120 years or so. 

I particularly notice these street frontages when I'm away from Canterbury as so many of them fell in the earthquakes or have been demolished since.  But Hawera's outstanding architectural gem is the 100 year old concrete water tower!

After lunch we visited Tawhiti Museum -  a remarkable endeavour by Nigel Ogle. Not only is this a worthy collection of local artefacts but Nigel, a skilled model maker tells the local story too, with his very realistic scale models, based on local people, all made on site in the 'Body Shop.' The fellow peering out of the window, over Kitty's shoulder in the cafe gives a good idea of the realism the models bring to the historical displays. 

Wednesday was our Free day. There's always a bit of debate about the value of a free day during the annual tour. I happen to like the concept, and this year I even researched ahead what I would do with mine! The gardens of Taranaki are a national talking point for garden lovers, particularly Pukeiti, with its collection of rhododendrons in a rain forest setting. 

Unlike many famous gardens this was not a private garden bequeathed for posterity by the family, but an altruistic exercise by plantsman Douglas Cook in 1951, to establish a rhododendron garden for public enjoyment. This is another Taranaki garden, which is free to the public!

High summer is not a good time to visit a rhododendron collection for its flowers, apart from the Vireya types (one of which is shown earlier in this post), but there was still plenty of interest in the forest and in the specimen rhododendrons themselves. There's more to any plant than just its flowers and these huge seed capsules made great photographic subjects. Unfortunately I wasn't able to identify this species.

High summer is the time for hydrangeas, which were flowering prolifically all over the Taranaki countryside. A group of us arrived at Pukeiti early in the day when dew still sparkled on ferns and leaf tips, and the garden staff were gathering flowers...

which we later found arranged in the cafe. 

Disparate strands of Morris dancers  re-grouped in the evening for a ceilidh with a theme in keeping with the Tour's overall Way Out West theme...

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.  Great fun, and now I've seen the movie three times on repeat without dialogue, while it screened above the band.

Thursday was a day that became more than the sum of its parts, with a programme that somehow captured the essence of Taranaki or at least an outsider's rosy perception of it.

We danced early in the day at Waitara on the exquisitely carved and curved wharf stage beside the river.

I experimented with the 'poster' setting on my camera: Like the children jumping from the road bridge into the river; like the cows grazing in paddocks beside the railway track; and the home baked morning tea later in the morning, these bright colours remind me of a simpler . , less worldly, mid 20th Century New Zealand. In fact the Duncan and Davies nursery catalogues come to mind, complete with a perfect snow-capped Mt Egmont - as Mt Taranaki was widely known then - as a backdrop to bright shrubs and flowers. 

That home-baked morning tea was waiting for us  on the platform at Tahora Station, on the Waitara Railway Preservation Society's historic line - a trip back in time.

But Taranaki's history is not just dairy cows and picture postcard scenes. It is ravaged by the repeated volcanic eruptions, brutal inter-tribal warfare, the Musket Wars, British subjugation and confiscation of Maori land.

In the afternoon we were received as guests at Owae Marae. As a group we had prepared a response song Te Aroha, for the welcome ceremony, proving that we can sing more than just traditional English ditties! Our massed voices sounded fantastic in this beautiful Wharenui, with its rich carvings representing all the Maori tribes of New Zealand. To me it felt like a perfect complement to the very English house at Tupare as this meeting house was designed a little earlier in the twentieth century by Sir Apirana Ngata who brought together the best of Maori and British culture in his work. Here at Owae Marae we also danced barefoot in the meeting house, and were feted in the Wharekai or dining hall with more home prepared food. We lunched on four varieties of fish caught for the occasion, served with fresh salads and tender cooked vegetables. The dish I couldn't get enough of wasn't quite the crayfish (lobster) salad but the marinated raw sea trout. Our hosts told us that it is possible to book accommodation at Owae Marae. If I were to stay - along with a sense of peace - I'd also be searching for a lesson on how to prepare that dish!    

Janet our chief Tour organiser - that's her in black waistcoat standing to the right of a pillar -  is affiliated with this Marae through family. What a great new family to be part of. It was sobering to be gently reminded that they are currently working towards settlement of land claims relating to the land confiscations of the 1860s. 

Phoenix Morris members certainly seem to have a deep-seated connection to this volatile land. Aaron, Janet's right hand man for this event, comes from a Cornish family who settled land around Waitara early in the 19th Century, and - it's a rare thing - that farm land is still in the family.

Phoenix Morris have also managed to get themselves a credit on the label of a New Zealand wine! They enjoy a good relationship with Kairau Vineyard. So for some sheer lazing about (and maintaining Phoenix's place on that label) the Tour spent the afternoon drinking wine, cooling off in the pool, but... for some, lazing about was too boring.

How much more English could we get? The maypole is a nifty portable model belonging to Rosewood Morris, who deftly erect it and then teach some routines. It's always satisfying to see the different woven patterns appearing during the dance, particularly when the dancers understand the process - as this group did. 

Friday was the last official day of the Tour so we hit town processing like a scene from The Wicker Man along the sea front 

and dancing there, and outside Puke Ariki, New Plymouth's museum and gallery space on its ancient fortification site.

I can't help noticing that this dance figure has been my photo of choice for three different outings in this post. For afficionados, it's the Swing from Border-style dance, Fanny Frail.

Last day, leads into last night, which means an Ale: feasting, with perennial toasts to Cecil Sharp and the Queen...

along with the realisation that I had next to no photos of me on Tour! A fellow feaster took this one of Kitty and me.

Then it was on to the dancing - completely to please ourselves. Finally I thought I'd mastered a way to get good indoor photos of dancing with an automatic setting on my camera. Alas no - the sports setting and the low light setting are independent of each other...  

so when it comes to action... this is the result.

A great night however my camera tells it. 
But do you think we could stop there. Quite a few of us hung around the next day... Kitty took me rowing on the lake... while others danced in Pukekura Park, and danced and swam at Tupare Gardens again.

For me this has been the best New Zealand tour yet, with its balance of relaxation and dancing, its strong of sense of place, and just the right number of participants to keep the family feel that I enjoy so much when NZ Morris dancers and some of our regular Australian and English fans get together. Well done to this year's organisers of the Way Out West Tour... and thank you Janet, Aaron, Glenda, Richard and Peter.  Next year 2016? Watch out for the Shake A Leg Tour around Christchurch!

Jeneane dancing in Pukekura Park, Photo by Yvonne Holmes
Kitty and Jeneane at the Feast, Photo by Barbara Riach