One garden, two houses, some lessons from the past and hope for the future. A look at life in New Zealand, a bit of history and a Morris jig or two.
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July 26, 2011
Snow pancakes are made in winter. Use an ordinary pancake batter, and, when just ready to fry, stir in a spoonful of fresh firm snow and fry quickly so that the batter firms, before the snow entirely melts, leaving holes in the pancake.
The Skudder House seen from within the Secret Garden during snow fall, and afterwards from the Sun's point of view.
The Garden's expanse has become a playground for playful villagers of all kinds.
And the Church of St Simon and St Jude is a quiet jewel in the village 140 years after its consecration.
"Did you make the snow pancakes?" asks Lady Mondegreen.
Snow is a rare occurrence in this part of Canterbury. It frames our view of the Southern Alps; ski fields are an hour and a half's drive away, and those quake stricken Port Hills sport an icing sugar dusting most winters, but snow laying all around here is an occasion for revelry... an occasion to anticipate making snow pancakes. Such a rare occurrence though, that I forgot to remember about them until after the clean snow had been well and truly ruffled.