Thursday 2 October 2014
Woke up to a brilliant morning. Hahei Beach was looking fantastic.Had tomatoes on Vogel's toast for breakfast looking out at the ocean.Decided that we might travel as far as Whangamata with stops enroute at Tairua and Pauanui .Before long we were back on State Highway 25 and the road began to climb higher and the landscape got quite rugged.The road was great though and as we approached Tairua there were some great ocean views.
We arrived in Tairua about 10.30am and promptly started trying to find the Honeyman's place.Gee, either he is really good at giving directions or we are really good at following them, because we found his place really easily thanks to the large beehive which was serving as a letterbox at his front gate.We didn't find his 'missus' as instructed but we found his sister-in-law instead and were soon driving off with our pot of honey.
Wednesday, 4 January 2017
Sunday, 5 October 2014
Day 3 Coromandel Roadtrip 2014
Wednesday 1October 2014
Woke up to a glorious day-pure blue skies and not a cloud in sight.The spouse was up early and went trespassing in the grounds of the ruined mansion in order to get some arty photos.I stayed in bed hoping he would not be discovered by a raging guard dog, passing policeman or nosy neighbour.Read a few more chapters about Harry Bosch (cue mental picture of 40ish, fit, good-looking tough guy detective with a heart of gold).
Eventually, the spouse returned and we went through our usual angst-laden review of his pictures with him saying,"That didn't come out like I thought it would!",
and me saying,"Composition should come before artiness, remember that you have an audience!" Then, fortified by a breakfast of Weetbix and Vogel's toast we departed town and took the 309 road across the peninsula.
and me saying,"Composition should come before artiness, remember that you have an audience!" Then, fortified by a breakfast of Weetbix and Vogel's toast we departed town and took the 309 road across the peninsula.
Well, what a busy little road it is- there are no end of interesting places where you can pull off to visit attractions-The Mussel Kitchen, a wild pig farm, water gadget park, cafe etc.We forsook all those and saved ourselves for a kauri grove where a ten minute walk through cool and lovely bush will bring you to a group of amazing kauri trees which somehow escaped being logged last century. Here I need to send up a blessing for the amazing job the people in our conservation department do--there was a great track all the way, and best of all, they have built up a boardwalk around some of the trees so that you can actually get right up to them, touch the bark, hug them and even give them a kiss if you so feel, inspired though this behaviour no doubt, would not be condoned by the aforesaid officials.
Back we strolled to the road, it's metal by the way but in good, smooth condition, and as we climbed back in I spotted the banana cake which I had baked for daughter still sitting on the back seat. She had rejected it due to dietary considerations, and I remarked to the spouse,"We should not be eating that cake either, I should have left that with Ben in Auckland." A couple of corners later we passed a truck on the side of the road,with a bunch of men standing around it.Obviously, it was smoko time."Stop!" I yelled."Let's give that cake to these workers." So, the spouse got out of the car and the boss worker said, "What can I do for you, mate?"
Spouse replied,"No, it's what I can do for you!" He then presented the cake to the men and this was greeted with cries of delight.The boss man then made us promise to go to his address when we got into Tairua to get a free pot of honey. He and his workers were on the side of the road as they were checking some of his 8000 beehives.We jumped back into the car feeling very gleeful and continued on to Whitianga.
Boy, lots of money has been spent in this neck of the woods, and quite recently too.They have lots of new streets, footpaths and shops in Whitianga, including a huge Countdown supermarket and Warehouse (not necessarily a good thing!). There are numerous flash houses and a number of older, aging homes but the lack of large trees and super-abundance of new infrastructure meant the township had a slightly soul-less feel. The beach was great though and they have the cutest little harbour! You can sit on the foreshore by the boat ramp and harbourside playground and watch a dinky little passenger ferry chug its way from one side of the harbour to the other (which isn't very far). On the other side of the harbour is Cook's Beach and it provides a very pleasant view, having high, white cliffs bedecked with luxuriant trees. We found a cafe in a prime spot on the foreshore. I think the cafe is quite new and it was a bit weird as it has been set up inside what used to be someone's modest seafront abode. The layout of cabinets and counters inside the cafe was strange and poky and their range of food was limited but we decided to lunch there as it was in such a nice spot.I had a toasted panini filled with chicken and peppers which was tasty enough but a bit dry. Spouse had a pie which he declared was good and then we shared a vanilla slice which was DIVINE! It was very pleasant sitting there and watching the harbourside comings and goings but I hope the cafe lifts its game by summertime.They are in prime position and are going to be frantic!
When we had finished eating, we checked our watches and it was still only about 12.30 so we got back into the car and drove to Hahei Beach where we planned to stay the night. This is another cute beachside community and it has a homelier, more authentic Kiwi atmosphere than Whitianga.We checked out the Hahei Beach Holiday Park which has a range of accomodation from campsites to beachside villas. Booked ourselves into a groundfloor, beachside villa which was ultra-new and clean as a new pin and changed into our walking shoes in preparation for a visit to Cathedral Cove which Christa had told us was a 'must see'.From Hahei Beach it is a short 5 minute drive over a hill and round a few corners until you get to the carpark from where you start your hike down to Cathedral Cove. This takes 45mins each way but the track is really good, being a mixture of boardwalk, wooden steps and gravel/dirt footpath.Thankfully, it has about an equal amount of up and down and a lot of the time you are walking beneath bush which is conveniently shady.
I trundled along, being passed by numerous other people who had started well behind me.Many of them were young and/or overseas tourists and snatches of their indecipherable conversations floated about my ears and through the trees like playful birds making me feel younger and more joyful.You can't help feeling lighter can you, than when surrounded by young people, particularly when they are handsome and pretty, and are prancing about cheerfully in their summer clothing like butterflies? Pretty soon, I heard shoooshing waves and shrieks of delight coming up through the trees, and, tiptoeing carefully down about 50 steep wooden steps, I finally reached the beach!
Words fail me when I try to describe what it is like to be at Cathedral Cove. Paradise would almost work, but even that is not adequate.I can only describe the place as being ' a spiritual experience'.I had one of those "God, I'm so blessed to have been born to this land!Oh, how, I love you, my most wondrous country!" moments.There were hordes of people there of course, and we were all suffering from the same kind of spell.It was one of the most magical and happy places to be.If you have ever wondered what the French mean when they talk about 'joie de vivre', go to Cathedral Cove and watch people who are there.Then, you will understand.
Eventually, I found my spouse (he had left me behind, as usual, during the hike to the beach), but I spotted him perched on a log, tinkering with his lenses.
After about an hour of admiring the views and taking photos, we began the return hike which strangely, seemed so much quicker and easier than the first half .Back at the motel we had a cup of tea and spouse announced his intention to spend the rest of the day resting. I read a few more chapters about Harry Bosch (The Black Ice) but by 3.30pm was struck by cabin fever."Wake up!" I ordered.'It's a gorgeous afternoon and it may rain tomorrow.We are going to Hot Water Beach! I'll drive!" He grumbled and protested but we set forth.
What do you know, in no time at all, we were arriving at another cute little beach community.Spouse grumbled because there was a fee to enter the carpark and produced some dark mutterings along the lines of, "I hope Hot Water Beach turns into Burnt Bum Bay for some people!" However, the beach was alive with more tourist butterflies in various degrees of undress, so his mood quickly improved.So rapidly did it improve in fact, that he actually offered to piggygback me over a stream! However, I do not wish to spend my declining years caring for a paraplegic, so I refused!
We followed throngs of spade-carrying people down the beach in the direction of a large, rocky headland around which, it appeared, we would have to walk in order to reach the part of the beach where you can dig to find the hot water seepages.Well, that was easier said than done because although it was close to low tide, an off-shore wind was boofing up the most gnarly waves and sending breakers tumbling a long way up the beach.Everyone on the beach though was hurling themselves around the rocks like demented lemmings,so of course we followed.Result: I got wet up to the waist and declared that, "Hot Water Beach is part of the Cold Arse Coast!!" On the other side of the headland the beach looked like the Somme-On-Viagra.It was littered with piles of sand and potholes,into which people were trying to wedge their feet and bums.Not a single person found even a hint of warmth but nevertheless we were all having the most marvellous time.
Eventually though, the stream of demented lemmings did an about-face and we all began ambling back towards the warm dryness of our cars/houses.Dinner that night was pizza and mussel fritters from the takeaway shop at Hahei Beach. What an action packed day it had been!
Boy, lots of money has been spent in this neck of the woods, and quite recently too.They have lots of new streets, footpaths and shops in Whitianga, including a huge Countdown supermarket and Warehouse (not necessarily a good thing!). There are numerous flash houses and a number of older, aging homes but the lack of large trees and super-abundance of new infrastructure meant the township had a slightly soul-less feel. The beach was great though and they have the cutest little harbour! You can sit on the foreshore by the boat ramp and harbourside playground and watch a dinky little passenger ferry chug its way from one side of the harbour to the other (which isn't very far). On the other side of the harbour is Cook's Beach and it provides a very pleasant view, having high, white cliffs bedecked with luxuriant trees. We found a cafe in a prime spot on the foreshore. I think the cafe is quite new and it was a bit weird as it has been set up inside what used to be someone's modest seafront abode. The layout of cabinets and counters inside the cafe was strange and poky and their range of food was limited but we decided to lunch there as it was in such a nice spot.I had a toasted panini filled with chicken and peppers which was tasty enough but a bit dry. Spouse had a pie which he declared was good and then we shared a vanilla slice which was DIVINE! It was very pleasant sitting there and watching the harbourside comings and goings but I hope the cafe lifts its game by summertime.They are in prime position and are going to be frantic!
When we had finished eating, we checked our watches and it was still only about 12.30 so we got back into the car and drove to Hahei Beach where we planned to stay the night. This is another cute beachside community and it has a homelier, more authentic Kiwi atmosphere than Whitianga.We checked out the Hahei Beach Holiday Park which has a range of accomodation from campsites to beachside villas. Booked ourselves into a groundfloor, beachside villa which was ultra-new and clean as a new pin and changed into our walking shoes in preparation for a visit to Cathedral Cove which Christa had told us was a 'must see'.From Hahei Beach it is a short 5 minute drive over a hill and round a few corners until you get to the carpark from where you start your hike down to Cathedral Cove. This takes 45mins each way but the track is really good, being a mixture of boardwalk, wooden steps and gravel/dirt footpath.Thankfully, it has about an equal amount of up and down and a lot of the time you are walking beneath bush which is conveniently shady.
I trundled along, being passed by numerous other people who had started well behind me.Many of them were young and/or overseas tourists and snatches of their indecipherable conversations floated about my ears and through the trees like playful birds making me feel younger and more joyful.You can't help feeling lighter can you, than when surrounded by young people, particularly when they are handsome and pretty, and are prancing about cheerfully in their summer clothing like butterflies? Pretty soon, I heard shoooshing waves and shrieks of delight coming up through the trees, and, tiptoeing carefully down about 50 steep wooden steps, I finally reached the beach!
Words fail me when I try to describe what it is like to be at Cathedral Cove. Paradise would almost work, but even that is not adequate.I can only describe the place as being ' a spiritual experience'.I had one of those "God, I'm so blessed to have been born to this land!Oh, how, I love you, my most wondrous country!" moments.There were hordes of people there of course, and we were all suffering from the same kind of spell.It was one of the most magical and happy places to be.If you have ever wondered what the French mean when they talk about 'joie de vivre', go to Cathedral Cove and watch people who are there.Then, you will understand.
Eventually, I found my spouse (he had left me behind, as usual, during the hike to the beach), but I spotted him perched on a log, tinkering with his lenses.
What do you know, in no time at all, we were arriving at another cute little beach community.Spouse grumbled because there was a fee to enter the carpark and produced some dark mutterings along the lines of, "I hope Hot Water Beach turns into Burnt Bum Bay for some people!" However, the beach was alive with more tourist butterflies in various degrees of undress, so his mood quickly improved.So rapidly did it improve in fact, that he actually offered to piggygback me over a stream! However, I do not wish to spend my declining years caring for a paraplegic, so I refused!
We followed throngs of spade-carrying people down the beach in the direction of a large, rocky headland around which, it appeared, we would have to walk in order to reach the part of the beach where you can dig to find the hot water seepages.Well, that was easier said than done because although it was close to low tide, an off-shore wind was boofing up the most gnarly waves and sending breakers tumbling a long way up the beach.Everyone on the beach though was hurling themselves around the rocks like demented lemmings,so of course we followed.Result: I got wet up to the waist and declared that, "Hot Water Beach is part of the Cold Arse Coast!!" On the other side of the headland the beach looked like the Somme-On-Viagra.It was littered with piles of sand and potholes,into which people were trying to wedge their feet and bums.Not a single person found even a hint of warmth but nevertheless we were all having the most marvellous time.
Eventually though, the stream of demented lemmings did an about-face and we all began ambling back towards the warm dryness of our cars/houses.Dinner that night was pizza and mussel fritters from the takeaway shop at Hahei Beach. What an action packed day it had been!
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
Day 2 Coromandel Roadtrip
Tuesday 30 September 2014
Got up early enough to have quick chat with my brother before he left for work this morning.Nephew Ben was fast asleep in bed when we left about 9am to take the motorway south.Traffic was light and in no time at all we were travelling roads we had never been on before!! Boy, there are a lot of dairy farms in our country now! Crossed the flat plains heading towards Thames and it was, "Wish I had a dollar for every black and white cow I've seen today!" time.
Crossed the once notorious Kopu Bridge and arrived in Thames about 11ish. Did I say the weather was great?!! had a quick look around the town--it's a kind of weird mixture of old, cute, quaint and modern all rolled together.Had a quick lunch in a nice cafe and decided to carry on to Coromandel Town.
We followed the road along the coastline of the Firth of Thames (remind me to look up the definition for 'firth' sometime).It was very narrow and windy and thank goodness, the tide was well in otherwise the views might not have been so nice.The dear little skinny road hugged the edge of the hills and only scattered and valiant pohutukawas on its seaward side kept it from crumbling into the water.How peaceful it was and probably a nice place to live (lots of comfy looking houses along the roadside) but, "Really, Darling!!! How could you bear to wake up to a view of a firth, when you could be looking at open ocean, rolling breakers and glorious mounds of sand? Simply not quite the thing!"
Just when I was about to say, "I think I've had enough of this road!" we turned inland to cut across a couple of headlands and the road climbed upwards giving us the opportunity for a few pull-overs to take shots of the amazing views.Back in the car we got and thought about putting on some more Bob Dylan, (No! Not in the mood for him today, let's just enjoy the views of country not seen before!"
In no time at all, we were arriving at Coromandel Town which is as cute as a button. I think it's nicer than Thames though much smaller, and sort of oldie worldie but with a genuine atmosphere. It actually has a haberdashery shop, and an old-fashioned looking butcher, and several other historic looking buildings that are still in use.In short, very cute.
We found a smoked fish shop and bought smoked mullet and roe which we took to our motel for late lunch/afternoon tea before getting in the car again and going to Barry Brickell's pottery and miniature railway. Now, there's a hard-working guy--still making a living off his pottery at aged 78-not helped from me, I must confess, as I did not like any of his work, but anyway, I digress! What else has this guy done? Nothing less than construct an entire railway track up and down an entire hill along which you can ride for a modest fee.This expedition was the spouse's idea and I was prepared to be underwhelmed but it was really rather fun.You get chugged all the way to the top of a really high hill and the views are amazing. Tell you what else was amazing-you will understand of course, that railways, like roads, sometimes need to pass through cuttings in a hillside, and sometimes the bare faces of these cuttings need to be reinforced with some material to stop them sliding down.Of course, you could buy bricks, or reinforcing timber but the expense would kill you.Enter the abandoned and empty wine bottle!!
So, next time you are churning through the bowels of Auckland's motorway system, try to imagine that the walls of those man-made canyons are lined with wine bottles.That's what parts of Mr Brickell's railway are like.They say lots of the empties are remnants of Mr Brickell's parties, which in the 70's apparently were a legend.
After that, we retired to a nice, clean and cosy motel (Coromandel Court Motel,365 Kapanga Rd,Coromandel Town)for a wee rest, before wandering up the road to a local pub for dinner. We had a meal which was somewhat America-influenced----size trying to compensate for quality.Had a half hour walk around the village after that but then it started getting too dark so we headed back to the motel. Enroute we passed an abandoned, half-burned down aged wooden mansion, which was adrift in its own little sea of long grass, overgrown shrubs and abandoned, rusty cars. Oh, what a sad air of faded glamour and frustrated dreams!! Large signs proclaimed the AMP Insurance Company as bastards for refusing to pay out compensation for fire damage. They also clearly stated NO TRESPASSING!!! It was a curiously nice way to end the day--perhaps we related too well to the sadly fading and aging wrecks behind the once grand fence?! So, we went to bed and slept really well.
Got up early enough to have quick chat with my brother before he left for work this morning.Nephew Ben was fast asleep in bed when we left about 9am to take the motorway south.Traffic was light and in no time at all we were travelling roads we had never been on before!! Boy, there are a lot of dairy farms in our country now! Crossed the flat plains heading towards Thames and it was, "Wish I had a dollar for every black and white cow I've seen today!" time.
Crossed the once notorious Kopu Bridge and arrived in Thames about 11ish. Did I say the weather was great?!! had a quick look around the town--it's a kind of weird mixture of old, cute, quaint and modern all rolled together.Had a quick lunch in a nice cafe and decided to carry on to Coromandel Town.
We followed the road along the coastline of the Firth of Thames (remind me to look up the definition for 'firth' sometime).It was very narrow and windy and thank goodness, the tide was well in otherwise the views might not have been so nice.The dear little skinny road hugged the edge of the hills and only scattered and valiant pohutukawas on its seaward side kept it from crumbling into the water.How peaceful it was and probably a nice place to live (lots of comfy looking houses along the roadside) but, "Really, Darling!!! How could you bear to wake up to a view of a firth, when you could be looking at open ocean, rolling breakers and glorious mounds of sand? Simply not quite the thing!"
Just when I was about to say, "I think I've had enough of this road!" we turned inland to cut across a couple of headlands and the road climbed upwards giving us the opportunity for a few pull-overs to take shots of the amazing views.Back in the car we got and thought about putting on some more Bob Dylan, (No! Not in the mood for him today, let's just enjoy the views of country not seen before!"
In no time at all, we were arriving at Coromandel Town which is as cute as a button. I think it's nicer than Thames though much smaller, and sort of oldie worldie but with a genuine atmosphere. It actually has a haberdashery shop, and an old-fashioned looking butcher, and several other historic looking buildings that are still in use.In short, very cute.
After that, we retired to a nice, clean and cosy motel (Coromandel Court Motel,365 Kapanga Rd,Coromandel Town)for a wee rest, before wandering up the road to a local pub for dinner. We had a meal which was somewhat America-influenced----size trying to compensate for quality.Had a half hour walk around the village after that but then it started getting too dark so we headed back to the motel. Enroute we passed an abandoned, half-burned down aged wooden mansion, which was adrift in its own little sea of long grass, overgrown shrubs and abandoned, rusty cars. Oh, what a sad air of faded glamour and frustrated dreams!! Large signs proclaimed the AMP Insurance Company as bastards for refusing to pay out compensation for fire damage. They also clearly stated NO TRESPASSING!!! It was a curiously nice way to end the day--perhaps we related too well to the sadly fading and aging wrecks behind the once grand fence?! So, we went to bed and slept really well.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Monday 29 September 2014 Day 1 Coromandel Roadtrip
Had a nice drive to Auckland helped by very light traffic and 3 CDs which helped make time fly by quickly. Started with British Rock Hits from the 50s and 60s--songs like Hello Little Girl were nice and peppy.Then we moved on to Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits--he can get a bit maudlin and obscure but God, I love "Beyond Here Lies Nothing". After that we listened to a Dire Straits CD 'On Every Street'. My favourite tracks on that are Fade to Black, Heavy Fuel,Ticket To Heaven and My Parties.
By now, we were practically at Auckland and decided to go via Orewa for a touch of sightseeing.Stopped at that tourist outlook thingy at the north end of the beach to get some shots of the bay which was chopping up quite friskily due to the strong wind, sending some pretty good lines of surf towards the sand and speckling the rest of the surface of the sea with lots of white-tipped waves. In other words-it was quite an invigorating day!! Noticed some wind surfers and para-boarders way down the beach so of course the spouse had to get out all his big lenses and take some shots.When we got down to Orewa beach we stopped and walked over to get a closer look at what the board riders were getting up to.
Man, were they having fun!They were zipping over and through the waves like acrobats, getting airborne at times and generally having what looked like a whale of a time.The spouse got some great close up shots of these guys and a not half bad one of me when I was fooling around pretending I could fly.The wind was incredibly strong and let's face it, it would need to be to get me off the ground!!!
Next stop was King's Garden Centre where I had promised the spouse we would find something nice to eat.He was delighted to find their cafe had macaroni cheese which I never cook so that was his lunch.I live in hope of being able to get him back there again one day.
Then we continued to Auckland and arrived at Mark's about 3pm.My nephew Ben was there so we had a nice catch up with him before going up to the Ponsonby shops for a poke about.The spouse's poke about cost him about $1000 and we returned to Mark's with several new purchases from the camera shop!
Had a catch up with Mark when he got home from work and then he took off for the evening as he had a date.Christa arrived about 7pm (after work and gym) so she, Ben and we went up to have dinner on P Road.Chose The Vietnamese Kitchen for dinner and it was very tasty.I tried their dessert sticky black date pudding--eeeerr--wouldn't order that twice---too sweet and sloppy.
Back to Mark's for coffee and a chat. It was lovely spending time with our nephew and our daughter--they get you laughing these kids---then the spouse walked our daughter home to her flat a few streets away.Ben decided the night was still young and went out again, and I ended the night reading the first few chapters of a new novel about detective Harry Bosch--Michael Connelly is the author and one of my favourite writers.
Tomorrow, we are Coromandel Bound.
Had a nice drive to Auckland helped by very light traffic and 3 CDs which helped make time fly by quickly. Started with British Rock Hits from the 50s and 60s--songs like Hello Little Girl were nice and peppy.Then we moved on to Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits--he can get a bit maudlin and obscure but God, I love "Beyond Here Lies Nothing". After that we listened to a Dire Straits CD 'On Every Street'. My favourite tracks on that are Fade to Black, Heavy Fuel,Ticket To Heaven and My Parties.
By now, we were practically at Auckland and decided to go via Orewa for a touch of sightseeing.Stopped at that tourist outlook thingy at the north end of the beach to get some shots of the bay which was chopping up quite friskily due to the strong wind, sending some pretty good lines of surf towards the sand and speckling the rest of the surface of the sea with lots of white-tipped waves. In other words-it was quite an invigorating day!! Noticed some wind surfers and para-boarders way down the beach so of course the spouse had to get out all his big lenses and take some shots.When we got down to Orewa beach we stopped and walked over to get a closer look at what the board riders were getting up to.
Next stop was King's Garden Centre where I had promised the spouse we would find something nice to eat.He was delighted to find their cafe had macaroni cheese which I never cook so that was his lunch.I live in hope of being able to get him back there again one day.
Then we continued to Auckland and arrived at Mark's about 3pm.My nephew Ben was there so we had a nice catch up with him before going up to the Ponsonby shops for a poke about.The spouse's poke about cost him about $1000 and we returned to Mark's with several new purchases from the camera shop!
Had a catch up with Mark when he got home from work and then he took off for the evening as he had a date.Christa arrived about 7pm (after work and gym) so she, Ben and we went up to have dinner on P Road.Chose The Vietnamese Kitchen for dinner and it was very tasty.I tried their dessert sticky black date pudding--eeeerr--wouldn't order that twice---too sweet and sloppy.
Back to Mark's for coffee and a chat. It was lovely spending time with our nephew and our daughter--they get you laughing these kids---then the spouse walked our daughter home to her flat a few streets away.Ben decided the night was still young and went out again, and I ended the night reading the first few chapters of a new novel about detective Harry Bosch--Michael Connelly is the author and one of my favourite writers.
Tomorrow, we are Coromandel Bound.
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Coromandel Roadtrip 1
28 September 2014
Have decided to document our road trip to Coromandel by using a blog. Spent today packing bags and baking.Off to Auckland tomorrow and will overnight with my brother Mark in his trendy little duplex in Ponsonby.
Have decided to document our road trip to Coromandel by using a blog. Spent today packing bags and baking.Off to Auckland tomorrow and will overnight with my brother Mark in his trendy little duplex in Ponsonby.
Monday, 2 June 2014
Week 4 Term 2 2014
This was a week of historic firsts for Room One. First of all, we got our first ever class movie published on Wevideo. This is the movie in which a group of boys in our class perform a song and dance to MKTO's Classic. You can view it by typing the following into the address bar of your Google homepage.
https://www.wevideo.com/view/201136385
We are sure you will agree that their song and dance performances are amazing. Mrs B already believes they are junior rock stars!
The second historic event was that Mrs Ritchie and Mrs B decided to have a go at 'drifting' on Zaedyn's trolley during lunchtime on Wheels Wednesday. Mrs Ritchie has been declared champion as her drifts were stylish and snazzy.Mrs B's attempted drift turned into a lesson in physics during which she investigated concepts such as inertia, momentum and friction.She succeeded in rolling the trolley. Fortunately, the machine was not damaged at all. Mrs B emerged from the roll and declared, "It's lucky that I am a life-long learner as I have just discovered that an apparently smooth, asphalt playground can actually be just as effective as sandpaper at removing skin from a human body when you slide along it at speed on your head."
She then retired to the staffroom for an ice pack and a cup of tea.
Interestingly, 24 hours later Mrs B made the further observation that injuries not at all apparent on the day of the incident had now come to her attention, and she had to add a wrenched thumb and a bruised knee to the list of minor injuries she had accrued during the experiment.
We regret there are no images to support this story.
https://www.wevideo.com/view/201136385
We are sure you will agree that their song and dance performances are amazing. Mrs B already believes they are junior rock stars!
The second historic event was that Mrs Ritchie and Mrs B decided to have a go at 'drifting' on Zaedyn's trolley during lunchtime on Wheels Wednesday. Mrs Ritchie has been declared champion as her drifts were stylish and snazzy.Mrs B's attempted drift turned into a lesson in physics during which she investigated concepts such as inertia, momentum and friction.She succeeded in rolling the trolley. Fortunately, the machine was not damaged at all. Mrs B emerged from the roll and declared, "It's lucky that I am a life-long learner as I have just discovered that an apparently smooth, asphalt playground can actually be just as effective as sandpaper at removing skin from a human body when you slide along it at speed on your head."
She then retired to the staffroom for an ice pack and a cup of tea.
Interestingly, 24 hours later Mrs B made the further observation that injuries not at all apparent on the day of the incident had now come to her attention, and she had to add a wrenched thumb and a bruised knee to the list of minor injuries she had accrued during the experiment.
We regret there are no images to support this story.
Monday, 1 July 2013
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