The Last Word

We didn't make it to the finals of the 48hour film competition.....thats OK we had fun making the movie. Thanks to youtube anyone can see it.....

The Last Word

So grab a handful of popcorn and get comfy for 6 minutes and 43 seconds of mystery.

The early bird...

...... catches the snow. Winter has reinforced its arrival here in the south, we've had a light dusting of snow overnight. In response I have put my thermals on under my jeans and lit the fire before breakfast.

Somehow the effect of snow outside encouraged me to get out of bed early. I still have an attitude of childhood excitement, the desire to build even the smallest of snowmen. My second thought was more adult, the thought of slippery roads and the inconvenience of extended journey times. Thankfully I don’t need to go anywhere in particular until tomorrow so the car can keep its white toupee for now.



Even with the fire going, the kitchen thermometer tells me its about 8C in here, Sitting down typing doesn’t generate much heat so the thermals are needed along with a hat scarf and gloves.



The sun is working its way up and over the hills so by lunchtime all trace will be gone and I can go back to being just cold without the magic of snow.

Lion Dance

The middle toe on my right foot is frozen again, this time it was from watching the Chinese Lion Dance at the reopening of the Sew Hoi building. I had already been there once this morning for a Tai Chi session. After four weeks instruction, assuming I could recall the moves I now have at least 5 different ways to defend myself from slow motion attackers. More to the point I have a series of moves assigned as homework which like all homework gets chewed by my imaginary dog.



The dancing lions ate cabbage so it doesn’t seem unreasonable for a dog to have a taste for homework?

What happened to the weekend.....

I think I may have finally recovered from last weekend. For want of something better to do I took up the offer of joining pete’s team for the V48hr film competition www.48hours.co.nz/2008/. Starting friday night we had 48hours to write, film and edit a short film. I was invited to help with the writing and story ideas.

7pm Friday we get word that our story must include the following elements - a brush, a character called Kerry Post who is a perfectionist and our genre was Mystery. All teams have the same elements but the genre varies - probably to make it more interesting for the judges who have to watch all 600 films at the end of the day.

After some brainstorming and a very democratic voting process the story outline was chosen - a murder mystery. With my extensive training from watching a combination of CSI and Midsommer Murders I was happy to spend the rest of the night working in the story team.

Sleep deprivation means timelines for the weekend are a bit hazy, some time around 3am Saturday morning I went home to sleep, at about 8 am Saturday I returned to mission control to help out and see wider reaction to the story draft. Over the course of the day we filmed and I spent a lot of time writing and re-writing dialogue. Somehow our house and garden became a film set and the words Action! and Cut! were repeated numerous times. In the thick of it all the guy from Telecom turned up to fix our broadband.

While I managed to stay out of the limelight, Pete took a starring role, he played a detective. Late on Saturday night Pete and I made it home for some food and a couple of hours sleep. By 3am we were back at work setting up a re-shoot.

As Sunday progressed tiredness and technical problems made the team dynamics really interesting. Tired, passionate people under huge time pressures are not always fun to be around. Once the key story elements had been saved from the editing I retired to the background, resurfacing 20 minutes before the deadline for the final dash across town to hand in our tape.

For the next week our final film is under wraps - a condition of the competition. As soon as it comes out on general release (aka YOUTUBE) I’ll post a link.

Expanding my presence on the web

An idea that came as a glancing blow and now its too late. I have joined up to all manner of things. If you know where to look today you can find me in a fair few places.

For most this is my first appearance. Since I’ve only just arrived there is still some work to do, profiles and the like to set up. I’ll get around to it, right after I get around to unpacking my real things at home.

Overnight I reconnected with old friends and found a new window to ones I already speak to. I have learnt that Facebook is hungry for my time and attention, it consumed half a day before I regained controls of myself. I don’t quite know what I have done as my profile is still bare and I haven’t even written on a wall. I don’t know what to say and I wonder about who may be watching.

Some friends are glad to finally see me there, it will, no doubt relieve them of guilt from not contacting me directly, and likewise my guilt is also lifted. What interests me most is the ex-friend(s) who through mutual acquaintance feel it is suddenly reasonable to request a statement of our friendship. Yes, I know them but back in the real world debts remain unpaid and trust still broken. When they have had so long and so many means of repairing our friendship but done nothing what makes them think facebook is the way to begin? They have requested to add me to their network of friends, another chalk mark for them but their invites only remind me of what has been lost.

just testing some stuff

testing testing....

And again....

Last Wednesday we moved again. Not such a dramatic shift as last time, this time we have just gathered up most of our belongings and moved them to the house next door. To add a bit of fun to the occasion we actually swapped house with our neighbor (who doubles as our landlord). Mostly it worked out, my mattress made the trip between the houses a couple of times as over keen helpers got confused about who owned it.

I had to take a back seat for the whole affair as I am nursing an injured foot and have been for almost 8 weeks (My excuse for not blogging). The cause of my pain remains a mystery, a stress fracture is the most likely cause but unlike a normal fracture these stress ones hide from X-rays so detection is by the much more exciting sounding bone scan.

This involves an injection of what I was assured was a tiny amount of radioactive tracer and then a series of scans by an impressive looking machine about 3 hours later. The end result should be a fuzzy picture of the bones in my foot with extra fuzziness at any broken parts. The extra fuzziness is actually showing healing which feels to me like a more positive picture than the traditional X-ray.

A call from the doctor’s surgery summoning me for an appointment this week means the results are in. I can hardly wait as I still hold the naive belief that once we know what’s wrong with my foot there will be some treatment to fix it. That is, something other than resting which is getting a little dull.

However today is not a day for lamenting, once again it’s my birthday, with all the fuss last week it took me by surprise, I thought I had another week before having to face up to being a little bit older without gaining any wisdom. I’ve had the bonus of collecting mail from 3 letterboxes, old house, new house and the PO Box we have in town. So far my card/present count is even with Pete who has another week before his birthday. Come on people, late cards still count in this competition - email me and I’ll send you my address!

Getting here.

The journey from Auckland to Dunedin can be done quite quickly by plane, ours was a little slower. When Pete and I first talked of coming here I had a few fleeting thoughts of cycling all the way down, taking a holiday and giving myself the opportunity to transition from being an Aucklander to life on the Mainland. However with two cars and two people’s collective stuff Pete and I had no choice but to drive. Even after contracting professional removers to take the big things, our bits and bobs still filled both cars to the brim. It was a squeeze to fit my friend from the UK, Roz, and her reasonably sized bag. I felt a little guilty as she made space for herself in the passenger seat, I had encouraged her not to borrow a car for her road trip as traveling together we could save on fuel and ferry costs.

The journey south was great, our first stop was in Taupo, we were all part of a relay team competing in a running/walking race around the lake. With a bit of last moment shuffling both Roz and Pete had challenging running sections to focus their minds, I was left seeking motivation for speed walking 10KM in the dark around a section of the Lake. It was an odd but good start to the journey - we didn't win the competition, but across the team everyone met or bettered their expected times and collectively we finished over an hour faster than the previous year. 

From there the journey was more conventional over the next 3 days, we had drinks and dinner in Cuba St, Wellington, took an early ferry across the Cook Strait to Picton, enjoyed a successful morning Whale watching in Kaikoura and and indulged in afternoon of cake and coffee in Christchurch. When we reached Geraldine, Pete continued south on highway 1 to start Uni while Roz and I went to play in Queenstown. Our plan was to spend 5 days and 4 nights hiking along the Routeburn and Greenstone tracks. We were joined by Daisy, a friend of a friend, soon to be a new friend of ours.

Tramping the Routeburn was a very rewarding version of exercise.  We carried in a bottle of beer each to drink on the first evening which was delicious once it had been cooled in a stream along with our boot weary feet.  Although I had only walked for a couple of hours I felt I had earned the drink. We then carried the empty bottles for the rest of the trip as a penance.  The second day we were rewarded with perfect weather, from the top of Key Summit we could see snow capped peaks and as far as the sea on the West coast.  

[ Daisy on Key Summit, and the view to the sea]

Day three was more of a mixture, the rain had arrived overnight and brought with it some bad feeling.  When we got up to make breakfast we found some other hut guests had taken our cutlery - eating porridge with a single fork and spoon between 3 was sharing beyond our level of friendship.  Thankfully the hut warden was able to supply us with replacements from a his collection of abandoned silverware.  

When we reached Howden Hut, our lunch time stop, we had been walking for 3 hours in the rain. Our appetites for chocolate had increased considerably and at the same time our enthusiasm for a further 2 days walking had diminished.  The forecast of more rain, a severe weather warning and Daisy’s suggestion that there were many more fun things to do in and around Queenstown than walk in the rain really clinched it. We had a feast of a lunch selecting the best parts of our provisions for the next few days and then took the path to the Divide, a car park and bus shelter. By early evening we were back in Queenstown enjoying a good steak and a bottle of wine.

In the remaining time we only got rained on dashing from a restaurant to the cinema in Arrowtown , Roz did get soaked on her bungy jump into the Kawerau river, Daisy and I helped her recovery by wine tasting and later visited Arrowtown. Roz and I found time and energy for a 5 hour hike up Ben Lomond. From the summit we could see rain-clouds over the end of the Greenstone track eliminating any doubts about our change of plan.

All too soon it was Tuesday morning and time to move on, but we had an appointment, Roz was speaking at the Queenstown Primary School about her ocean rowing, Daisy and I were required as support crew. I can understand Roz wanting us there, I wouldn’t want to stand up in front of a room filled with ten year olds and talk about myself, even if I had done something as remarkable and attention grabbing as rowing across an ocean. I made myself useful by getting Roz iced coffee and video-ing the talk while Daisy, a recently qualified primary school teacher, gave Roz tips on how to get and keep the kids attention. I did a terrible job with the video camera, but Roz with Daisy’s guidance was brilliant, captivating a tough audience for well over the planned 25 minutes.  

After another medicinal coffee it was time to pack the car up and hit the road. The final leg of my holiday was afternoon tea with Sophie in Alexandra, some how both Daisy and Sophie squeezed into the passenger seat of the car for the short journey to the cafe.  Cake and coffee almost pushed us over capacity as Daisy struggled to contort herself back into the car for the return to Sophie's office. Finally, I dropped Daisy off and at 4 in the afternoon, several hours behind schedule I was alone in the car driving across Central Otago, on my way to my new home, Dunedin.

Here now.

I’m in Dunedin, likened to Edinburgh in Scotland, its at the cold end of New Zealand. I know very little about Edinburgh so I won’t make any further comparisons. As of about half an hour ago I have been here for a week.

It has been difficult to assess the town’s merits as a new home since I am still suffering from the shock of moving from semi-tropical Auckland to this Southern outpost. In this week since I arrived it has been too cold to get out of bed one morning followed by scorching hot sun the following afternoon.  Even as I am writing this I am watching a rather unpleasant looking cloud front advance towards us, closing out today's perfectly blue sky.  

Although the weather is significant, the landscape of Dunedin has left an even stronger initial impression.  The hills are large and steep, rising in every direction.  We are renting a house just over the top of the highest ridge that forms the city bowl.  Walking to and from town is character building and removes the need for a formal fitness program.

When not out of breath from the hills, or trying to balance clothing to match the constantly shifting temperature, my focus has been on finding my feet in this new town and on contemplation of beginning my search for employment to fund fuel for winter heating.

I’m here because of Pete. He is my now well established boyfriend. He has come to Dunedin to do a masters degree in wildlife film making, and I have followed.

During my time in the abyss (ref. previous blog entry) I met Pete. We worked together and quickly found we connected on many levels. His desire to try something different has been a constant reminder to me that I didn’t come this far around the world to live in a huge city and spend most of my days in a tower block.

While I negotiated the maze of immigration red tape I had no choice but to work, however I was very lucky to have a fantastic boss and interesting projects to keep me distracted. In December I finally was granted NZ residency meaning I could now stay in the country without being tied to a corporate sponsor for my visa. A week or so later Pete was offered a place on this course.

Since that day we have been focused on getting us and our possessions here.

(Photo: Me and Pete on a weekend escape from the Abyss)

Cheers!

I have returned from the abyss, thats where I have been for almost a year. In an abyss so deep and dark that my wireless internet wouldn’t reach there. Thats why I haven’t written anything for so long.

Get yourself a drink and lets raise a glass to new era of my blog.

Cheers.

Friday

Its got to be a Friday when your commute goes something like..... Waiting for the ferry to arrive I was so captivated by a series of rainbows across the harbour that I almost didn't notice four fit guys running past me in wet suits. They stopped at the edge of the jetty, put on fins and jumped into the sea about 10ft below. One of the benefits of living next to a naval base.....

The Navy have proven to be good neighbours so far which is more than can be said for the girl at number 4. Her car alarm went off 4 times between midnight and 3.30 am. Luckily I had fallen asleep at 8.30 last night so I was not desperate for sleep. Why anyone needs a car alarm when your car is parked outside your bedroom window is a mystery to me, furthermore why anyone would re-set their overly sensitive alarm 3 times in the night has me completely baffled. If I ever manage to get a car of my own I may be better placed to understand this behaviour, in the meantime I am just wondering at what point it is reasonable to put a brick through the window. Perhaps I'll just try talking to her over the weekend.

Somewhere in the midst of lost sleep and strange morning sights its starting to dawn on me all that has changed, the semi-permanence of my current situation is something that I need to embrace. Up until now the past 7 months here have been quite temporary, a holiday with booked ticket out of here marking the end. After getting a new working visa last week I am now able to stay here in NZ, it is slowly sinking in. I have a permanent job at the Bank and a flat across the harbour. I live here now.

More than once this week I have felt an urge to pack up and run away its been a bit of a tough week but instead of running away I have been running which even at my sedate pace leaves me too tired to consider doing anything drastic. I have now made it to the weekend and I'm glad I stayed.

Day 7

I am sure that God declared that we should rest on the 7th day, today was my 7th day back at work. I didn't exactly rest but I did take a long lunch, spend much of the afternoon clock watching and leave early . I just could not get my brain in gear, I hope that it will be back up to speed again soon. Perhaps I have had too much time in the sun the last 6 months..... my hair is blonder.....what if my brain is more blonde too?

By the end of the day I was weary and confused, on the way home I spun around the supermarket collecting a basket of food that would not make dinner and then I carried it all the way home, gradually lightening the load by eating the big bar of chocolate that was on special. I felt better about not being able to concentrate at work or shop properly.

When I got home I was half way through unpacking when I heard Heather next door come out for a cigarette, I went out to say Hi and we ended up spending the evening chatting over a bottle of wine. Once we had put the world to rights and said hello to half the neighbourhood cats we called it a night and I came home to make my dinner. With the added creative inspiration of a few glasses of fine NZ Sauvignon Blanc my random shopping became dinner, a very tasty Brie and tomato sandwich with the remainder of the chocolate for dessert.

I'm now ready for that rest.

The Essentials

I have had a couple of days in the shops getting essential things for my new home. I didn't fully stick to the essentials but I now have more nice things to surround myself with. I don't yet have a car, bed or sofa but who needs transport or furniture when you have beautiful china, a cake stand and a selection of scatter cusions.

A friend has commented that my purchacing patterns may reflect a lack of confidence in putting down roots - I can't imagine where they got that idea. Is it odd to be content living out of a suitcase? I have found that a limited wardrobe makes morning decisions about what to wear much easier. I acknowledge that living alone will be different to sharing with my sister, a lot less borrowing/sharing potential and I don't just mean clothes. By default I will have to have my own stuff. Can one person really justify a whole set of household things? I have to have my own ironing board, iron, sweeping brush, pots and pans etc. All these things which can be shared between quite a few without compromise are still needed if you are just one. I feel guilty about the impact on the planet, the energy and effort that has gone into making these things that will just be dust collecting for most of their time. The economics of this is also not in favour of solo living. I have no one to share the cost of this with. I get the to choose exactly the sweeping brush and bathroom scales I want but have to pay 100% of the bill. I have found a few things in the Hospice charity shop, buying second hand eases my concience and saves money as well as helping out a charity, unfortunately they didn't have everything on my list.

An upside of solo living is getting to choose not to have things, top of this list for me is a Television. There will be no TV in my house. I can't be bothered buying one for a start, that whole zone of electrical shops makes me tired. I think this feeling must be captured and brought home in the box. When there is a TV on in the room it is so easy to get hooked into watching rubbish instead of doing something else like going for a run. When I am solely reliant on my own motivation to get up and go it will be harder to resist just flopping down infront of the TV and letting it take care of my free time. I have a laptop to watch DVD's so if I need to veg out I still can. Internet and radio should provide all the news I need and there are so many books out there to read I should not be short of home entertainment. There is a risk that I will lose touch with what the rest of the world are talking about, e.g. what happened on Desperate Housewives last night etc.. but its a risk I am willing to take. After all I can always choose to change my mind and get a TV.

Sign here

This morning I have been to the beach to watch the last of the sunrise, it has been my alarm clock while I living here. The black clouds which formed a filter as the sun climbed higher into the sky have now arrived overhead as rain, so I am back inside.

I have a couple of hours to myself this morning before I set out to town. I have two appointments, the first is to sign the contract for my new job with the Bank of New Zealand and to make a start on the visa paperwork that will keep me in the country after 8th April. It is 6 months to the day that I finished working at Sky, my feelings about starting work again are mixed. If I could, I would not go back to work at all. I would probably not spend the next 6 months hanging out here at the beach either, but working 9-5 (or more) in an office wouldn't be my first choice. However I have to be realistic, I can not stay on holiday for ever, neither can I stay in New Zealand without a visa for much longer so getting a job fits well. Given that this is the direction I have chosen I am really pleased about my new job. It is similar enough to previous jobs to be comfortable but different enough to be interesting.

My second appointment today is to sign the tenancy agreement for my new home. For the first time ever I will be living on my own. I could have looked for a flat share, it would be a fast way to meet new people but I really want to get my own place, thus I am renting a 1 bedroom 'unit'. Coming from the UK the term 'unit' doesn't mean much to me, here it seems to imply a self contained dwelling, either a flat, apartment or in my case a terraced 1 bed bungalow, number 5 of 6 'units' on the same plot. Its fairly small but newly renovated and the rent is reasonable. I don't have much stuff, I only arrived here with a bicycle and a suitcase so small is good. I don't anticipate needing much space as I don't plan to buy too much stuff in the near future. The 'unit' comes equipped with some the big expensive things like a fridge, washing machine and cooker but no furniture. Leaving me to furnish and adorn to my own taste.

So in a few weeks time I will have quit the beach and will be getting up to go to work with the masses. I have put an alarm clock on my shopping list as the sun will soon be on its winter schedule. I will miss my sunrise starts but I am sure we will synchronise again in the spring.

Rats and boats

After a few weeks of effort I am still on the bumpy road to employment. There has been progress, I did tests yesterday, verbal reasoning was a breeze, numerical reasoning was a bit of an effort and the personality questionnaire was just annoying but after 2 hours sat in a tiny room with a computer I was done.  Since I had to drive into town for 9am I planned a little tourist outing to the Auckland museum.  The Vaka Moana exhibition, about the origins of the pacific island populations caught my attention so I went.  It was OK, not amazing, but fairly interesting.

I was cruising around the exhibits at the same time as a couple, they looked like they were recently retired, and were interested in everything but sort of in a hurry.  The guy overtook me while reading one of the exhibits.  I don't mind and I am not a frequent enough visitor to museums to fully understand the etiquette but I am sure that when it is not busy you should respect other people's personal space.  That last inch of air between you and them should not be crossed.  He clearly didn't think this. My new commitment to inner calm meant I didn't scowl at him, in fact I managed a half smile for his wife who looked a little embarrassed.

The reason I went to see the exhibition is that I am reading the Kon-Tiki Expedition at the moment, it was a voyage to test a theory that the pacific islands were populated from Peru.  I was a little disappointed that it didn't even get a mention, even if they don't agree with the theory it would have been nice to at least acknowledge one of the most famous expeditions exploring exactly what they were trying to explain.

However I did learn that the Polynesian rat did not breed with other rats and thus is a useful indicator of human population migration which it accompanied.  Unless, of course, there's a counter theory somewhere that the rats built tiny boats and sailed the oceans on their own, independent of humans - that would be cool.

Uninvited Guests

This evening we were visited by a special guest, had he told us he was coming we may have been more welcoming but when a 5 inch long, mouse eating, giant centipede wriggles out from under your armchair you forget your manners and become less than hospitable.

Luckily for Clare and I, Malcolm was home and rapidly sprung into action. We knew it was serious when he insisted on putting shoes on before trying to capture the poor creature. We learned they have nippers which can give even trained rangers a nasty bite. I am sure It sensed our hesitation when it made a dash for it under the door to the spare room. Like most people's spare room ours is full of stuff, all perfect hiding places if you are a big insect on the run.

At this stage I would normally deploy chemical weapons in the destruction of most uninvited insects but since this creature is not that common we had to take it alive. Clare and I waited outside the door while Malcolm rummaged after a good 5 minutes of searching he had it cornered down one side of the bed, moments later it was trapped in an empty ice cream tub. You could tell it was angry by the hissing noise it made - who ever heard an insect hiss?

We delivered it outside and after a photo shoot on the lawn Malcolm returned it to the bush where I hope it will find a comfortable home. Now all that remains are the questions, how did it get in? How long has it been here? Did it bring any friends or family...?

Run and Float

Clare and I have been running, 4 times a week since well before Christmas. We have a goal in mind and are progressing steadily towards that, however some days are just more difficult than others and you need a little something to motivate you to pick up the pace or even just to get out the door.

Since summer arrived it has been tougher on me, its just too hot to go running. I have bought super lightweight running clothes, the next step would be to run naked and that would be good for no-one. On one run after a brief rainshower Clare took to running under low branches to knock rain from the leaves onto her head, this may have worked for her but left me trying to run and laugh at the same time.

Usually I feel hottest when we stop running, last Sunday morning I was redder than my usual traffic light face and too hot. Salvation came when we made it back to the house, after throwing our trainers over the gate into the garden we headed for the river that runs past the side of the house and then out to sea. Jumping in we were quickly refreshed and cooled in one. We floated with the current out along the estuary to the end of the sandspit, got out and walked back up the beach to the house. I think I could get to like summer running.

Job shoes

There is an unwritten law somewhere which says all girls love to buy shoes. I am the exception which proves the rule. I don't hate shopping in general, although I am trying to avoid it where possible as part of my bid to save the planet from becoming a giant, overheated landfill but thats another story.... Today I was forced to shop for shoes, I have a job interview on Tuesday and no shoes.

I did bring a few pairs with me but I mostly haven't seen them since I arrived. Although a job was always on the agenda here, it was far from the front of my mind when packing. So, I have a couple of pairs of trainers, hiking boots, cycle shoes and flip flops.

None of these go with the chocolate colour suit I plan to borrow from Clare. She has a lot of shoes, she is one of the shoe loving masses. Unfortunately her shoes are just a little too big for me. I did once borrow a pair of shoes for an interview, many years ago - I was fine when I set off, by the time I got to the place I could barely walk my feet hurt so much. I couldn't concentrate in the interview and didn't get the job. I don't want a repeat performance here, I need to get a job and am lucky enough to have seen one that I like the sound of, I am not going to risk it.

It was a hot sunny day and I live at the beach, to me it made no sense to be going anywhere. I decided to make this a one trip only mission vowing to come home with whatever the best pair of shoes I found were, even if I hated them. I have never shopped like this before and with only 3 shoe shops in the whole mall it was a brave plan.




I tried about half a dozen pairs and then saw a nice pair of trainers in the sale - time to move on to another shop.....nice t-shirts...keep going.....2-for-1 paperbacks in the book shop.....after checking all 3 shoe shops things were looking dire, I was on my second lap and took another look at the trainers then I'm not sure what happened but I soon found myself buying not one but two pairs of shoes - sorry planet.

I just hope the interview works out as well today's mission.

Old Year, New Year

I have been mindful of not blogging for some time. I have had good intentions to extract photos from my camera and post them with an update but as the days creep by it just feels more and more like old news.

In summary, I had a great Christmas and a good New Year. Being a wierd bunch we went hunting for bugs in the woods after dark on New Year's Eve. Midnight passed as we were walking back to the house along the beach. We could have just as easily been asleep had the bug hunting trip been shorter. It was refreshing to see in the New Year with other people who like I couldn't give two hoots about "Celebrating" - besides we had to be up at 4.30am to go to the airport the next morning.

(Photo of bugs - Wetas - as big as my hand)



I spent the first week of this grand new year with Clare, carbo loading for the year ahead. That means eating more than we need to build a store of energy available for... well, for the myriad of activities we may plan this year. The first opportunity to burn some of these stores was taking her brand new mountain bike for some exercise. My year old bike looked equally new so rather than head for the recommended mountain bike trails on the West coast we opted to bike on some quiet tracks at one of the other regional parks where we could make fools of ourselves in peace. After a couple of hours walking our bikes up hills and re-learning how to ride down the steep bits both Clare and I looked well worn in but the lack of mud kept the bikes looking mint - bummer.

The second week of this year I spend updating my CV. I have not actually finished but when I do it will be superb. As well as having an amazing CV we will have the cleanest house in Auckland and I will have read all the books I recieved for Christmas plus those given to Clare and Malcolm. I have been procrastinating a little. But there is always this week. Apart from today which was spent cycling and preparing for Malcolm's birthday (tomorrow). I may have been able to put in a bit of time this evening but on the way home from shopping/work Clare's car broke down. We were left stranded on the side of the motorway with no Breakdown Cover. A few phonecalls later and we manged to establish the number for directory enquires (Here in NZ its 018, UK - 192 in case you ever need to know) and then numbers for tow trucks. The nice man loaded the dead car (broken clutch cable) on to the truck and we headed for the garage. Then he dropped us home, all in under an hour. Far better than any story I have ever heard of the AA and we got to listen to the police scanner in the cab of his truck. No idea what any of it meant but I'm sure it was very exciting really.

Fear

Every time I gather up my goggles and pull on my wetsuit to swim in the sea I am afraid. If I am swimming with my sister then the fear is very small but when I am going alone it is something I work hard to control.

Firstly I try to manage the risks. The beach here at Wenderholm is regarded as a safe swimming beach. It is shallow for a long way out and there are no strong currents along most of its length. I swim on an incoming tide parallel to the beach. At the northern end is the Puhoi river estuary, I always start and end my swim at this end and never go within 50m of the river current. If I am going out during the day I call Clare before getting in and immediately when I get out, if she doesn't hear from me within an hour of the first call then something is wrong and she can raise the alarm. I keep close enough to the shore that I am never out of my depth and will get out and walk back to the house if I get tired. Without relying on someone to watch me, where they would be put at risk of dying from boredom, there isn't much more I can do.

My fear is mostly from the risks I cant manage. There are so many things living in the sea that are alien to me, I am very wary of close encounters with sea life, in particular jellyfish and sharks. Even after Clare's recent jellyfish incident the shark still occupies my mind the most. Yes there are sharks here, ones big enough to put a hole in me but by all accounts they almost never come to Wenderholm. But they could if they wanted to and that is enough to scare me.

Yesterday I had the fright of my life while swimming alone.  I was already working hard, the wind had made the normally calm bay quite choppy, in between trying not to inhale waves, keeping an eye out for jellyfish and not thinking about sharks I was pretty busy.  I certainly did not expect to find a helicopter hovering about 10m away when I turned to breathe.

I have seen helicopters flying around here before and I know they are used to collect samples for water quality testing, but my first thought was SHARK. I have heard stories of the pilots making detours to warn surfers of sharks they have spotted from their vantage point above.  It wasn't until this pilot gave me a thumbs up that I realised they had just come over to check me out. Perhaps I looked like I was in trouble, what ever it was I smiled waved and they flew away. I assume that there were no sharp toothed fish just off shore which gave me one less thing to worry about for the remanider of that swim.

Each day we all have to face our fears. How we deal with them can often dictate what we achieve. Once I have taken care of the practical stuff I try to meet mine head on. I don't want to let fear stop me doing things I enjoy. Each time I make it out of the water without being eaten I am a little more confident that Jaws won't be visiting and a little better prepared for the next time I step into the unknown.