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This is what happens when you just press it

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

How to distinguish sun from lightning

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.”

“Why?”

“For the view.”

“But it’s raining!”

“Be hardy.”

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)

Mr Poppins

Kauri leaves, illuminated by sunshine. Or it could be lightning

Perhaps we should mow the lawn

Here are the results of a toxic buildup of creative juices:-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN4EJmI_PVA

Me in my stylie boots at the bottom of the garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNtBAHXVWhw

A New Zealand bush trail

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UvqypUVYSQ

Husband’s garden shed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaH_mELMpx4

The guesthouse

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Usy6uZXTEao

Hobbit alert

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KQf-tndWbU

How to squirm under a tree

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emlk-vXmp9I

Our house in the middle of the bush

Chantal

My gorgeous friend Chantal and me, on the cliffs near Garinish

 

 Magic day

 

Looking back out the Hag’s Glen

In the mountains

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

This isn’t

Andrew on Cumeen na Péiste

Still there

Yep

Kerry sheep

Top of Ireland

The Deans

Me, Dan and Philip after climbing Brandon. If you look closely, you can make out the cartoon cloud on the left

 

Dan from above

 

Froggie

 

A drop of sun on Cumeen na Peiste

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