Saturday, 17 June 2017


I WAS JUST ONE OF THE THOUSANDS  who set their alarm clocks for before 6.30 a.m this morning just so as to be sitting in their lounge, wrapped in dressing gown and  cuddly blankey with a coffee by their side, to watch the yachts racing for the America's Cup.

Kawau Island is all about boats, in one way or another and I am one among many of us was brought up on, at the very least. the subject of boats from early childhood. The boating stories stay the same with adaptions. All that has changed is how the shape, construction and speed of the modern boats are so very different in such a short space of time.

I have borrowed the photo of the magnificent yacht off Paul C Gilbert's Facebook page of a photo from Edouard Ollivier to contrast it with a recent photograph of a contestant for the America's Cup. By the way did others notice that the wake from these foiled boats looks like parallel rows of equal marks?

It is going to be days now of thinking boats, boats, boats, so I'll be posting a boat poem over on my poetry page under Facebook Lois E Hunter.
photograph from 

Friday, 9 June 2017



with it we all wan't to live here all over again.

But before that, here is what is going to happen to our wharf for the next 3 months. The barge is loaded with gear and ready to start.

They told me that they lift each piles, water blast it, put a plastic sleeve around it, replace pile, then pump concrete down between plastic and wooden pile . Fortunately because it is one of the only two public wharves on the Island the bay does not have to pay for the repairs. Yay!!

I have also been restricted to walking lately because one narrow section of the road has so deeply rutted on one side of the road my car would bottom out on it if I tried to pass - see umbrella indicating depth - but I was assured that it is going to be fixed early next week - Yay again !!!

Friday, 2 June 2017


EVEN ON RAINY DAYS I TRY TO MOTIVATE MYSELF  into taking a walk because  by the nature of being a poet I spend a lot of time sitting. Though, as an aside, I would like the choice of using the car when I want to go down to the wharf, which I shall be doing on daybreak tomorrow morning and then return again in the dark when I go and visit with the children in Auckland, Most of the road, though muddy is passable but in one very narrow part the road has become so deeply rutted, and getting more so with the influx of 4 wheel drives in my bay, which means my car will bottom out if I try to pass through. On the plus side, because of walking slower because of  the mud, I become more observant (and nosy) of something I may otherwise glance over because it is so familiar .

Out yesterday in the rain I took more notice of a boat that was stranded/abandoned and just visible in the scrub and I slid through the mud to have a closer look - the rain was quite heavy so the photographs are not as clear as they could be. My first reaction on getting close was thinking how it's so sad to see any boat come to the end of its days, the second being this would make a great "tiny home" and I wished I had the skills to salvage and restore it. The biggest surprise though was to  make my way around to the bow and see it's name - "Hummingbird." another take on the poem I recently wrote  with the same name. -  - - see the poem on my poetry page  under my  Facebook writing name   of lois e hunter