I’ve been meaning to post these videos of The Barfster for a while. I’m not sure when they were taken. The first could have been any time beyond six months ago. My father’s unwitting debut as home video director would either have been last December, or January of this year.
When we lived up Opanuku Road, we often walked the Ferndown Track due to its accessibility.
This first video is of Jed in one of his watering holes: a big puddle in the first creek along the track. There was always water in various states ranging from flowing to stinking viscosity, depending on the time of year.
Jed’s ritual has remained the same since he was a puppy:-
1/ Engage all fours for maximum impact with water
2/ Plunge around in order to identify ideal flop spot
3/ Sideways roll
4/ Stretch out back legs
5/ Carefully spit out ball & secure under front paws
6/ Blow bubbles
My father’s video shows Jed in his all-time-favourite mud-hole (rated according to various criteria, including but not limited to: mud quantity, depth, grunge, olfactory persistence, long term stinkeability) further up the track, and demonstrates the denouement:-
7/ Retrieve ball from under front paws
8/ Make like swamp monster
9/ Shake mud all over everything within the vicinity ≤10m
We woke to rain again this morning. When I say ‘rain’, it fails to convey the force of nature that it is here. It patters on the leaves, it dreeps from the gutters, the wind hurls it against the windows in pellet form, and the trees release water bombs that explode on the balcony.
It was around 11:30 when – “Hey!” I said. “Sun’s out!”
“That’s not sun, it’s lightning,” said Husband.
“Let’s do something. We’ve had no exercise for over a week.”
(Australian food still prowls my digestive tract on a round trip to my hips.)
“We could walk up to Scenic Drive,” suggested Husband.
“Ah now come on, that’s barely beyond the postbox. Wouldn’t raise a pant, never mind a sweat. Let’s go to the top of the hill.”
“For the view.”
“But it’s raining!”
We set off fully equipped for the weather. In other words, I had a waterproof jacket and Husband an umbrella.
The creek by the drive is in full flow. A stream has taken out the corner of the road by the neighbour’s drive. About half a kilometre from the house, the rain picked up again.
We got wet.
Note the shrinking hips, cause: exercise or damp (undetermined)
Kauri leaves, illuminated by sunshine. Or it could be lightning
My gorgeous friend Chantal and me, on the cliffs near Garinish
Looking back out the Hag’s Glen
Although Husband looks deep in thought, he’s actually working up to laugh at one of my father’s jokes. This is my favourite photo of Andrew of all time
Andrew on Cumeen na Péiste
Top of Ireland
Me, Dan and Philip after climbing Brandon. If you look closely, you can make out the cartoon cloud on the left
Dan from above
A drop of sun on Cumeen na Peiste