Lighthouses and Rugby

Last weekend I was lucky enough to get most of Saturday off courtesy of Mr Oh Waily.  I spent it walking and cheering.

So that sounds like an odd combination, and it would be if I were doing it all in one activity, but no.  I didn’t.  Late morning I took myself off on a walk that I’d been wanting to do for some time and knew would not be possible with the little people yet.

The Pencarrow Lighthouse had been nagging at me for a few months, but as Mr Oh Waily spent most of the first couple of months of the year gadding about overseas, I had to put it off.  But on Saturday I finally got to do it.  Here’s a link to the Google Map for those who aren’t familiar with Wellington.   And, here’s a link to a bit of the history of the lighthouse for the curious.

Naturally at this time of year the weather was a bit hit and miss.  I started out in sun only to be greeted fairly shortly into the walk by a rain front coming up from the south and across the Strait.  This made my plan to stop and take my time photographing things a bit difficult.  In the end I managed to get some photographs before the rain and at the lighthouse but that was all.  So here they are…

Yes, it’s true.  We are a nation of sheep.  They even go to the beach like the rest of us when the sun is out.

Sheep on a beach

No, really – all the way along the walk they were either on the beach, under the scrub or hanging off the side of a cliff. Although, as you can tell, they aren’t fond of surprise visitors gate-crashing their seaside picnic.

Picnic at the beach, anyone?

And while the sun was out I was chased and flirted with, then flitted off from by a huge number of Silvereyes (or Wax-eyes – you tell me what the difference is?) so I was lucky enough to find a tree they decided to sit in at one point. Otherwise they’d have kept giving me the bird equivalent of a thumbed nose and there would’ve been no actual wildlife photographs at all. (Sheep don’t count.)

Silvereye or Wax-eye

And, a slightly different angle after waiting patiently for another one to land and hang around.

Silvereye or Wax-eye?

I like them. They’re pretty, small, nippy and cheery birds to watch playing amongst themselves. I’m also amazed that I managed to get even one image vaguely in focus considering how fast they move, the large lense that I had on the camera and my own innate wobbliness.

So some time later (approximately an hour and a half – thanks rain & wind) the stubborn person that I am, made it out to the lower lighthouse.  It turns out that I could not have timed my eventual arrival any better.  Serendipitous I’d have to say.  The Interisland Ferry just happened to be entering the harbour just as I arrived at my destination.

Pencarrow Lighthouse

And it came so darn close to shore I could probably have had a chat with the Master.

It would’ve been nice, at this point to have caught a ride back to town, as I discovered that my walking shoes were not quite as broken in as I had thought.  Ouchie.  A nasty big blister eventually appeared by the time I made it back to the car and Eastbourne.
But it’s a small price to pay for having knocked off a walk that I’d been wanting to do for ages.  Next time I’ll give the upper lighthouse a go, but only if it’s not windy.

After a short while at home feeling like the conquering hero and bragging to my small people about how fabulous their Mum was at walking for miles and miles and miles, I got myself and my dodgy blistered feet back into the car and drove in to town.  I was going to have a night at the rugby.

And like the good little trooper I am, I was dedicated to both my adopted team, the Hurricanes, and to my reviewing responsibilities over at t’other blog.

At the rugby

Capping off a great day out, the lovely boys in the background gave the visiting Waratahs what for.  I couldn’t have asked for a better end to the day.

Have you had a day out lately?  What did you get up to? Something fun, challenging or both?


Hello.  Remember me?  I used to blog here.

Well, we’re back.  From holiday, that is.  I may even be rested enough that blogging becomes a regular habit again.  Maybe.  We’ll let time decide that one.  In the meantime, here is why I love our once a year holiday to Fiji.  In photographs.

How we try to spend our time…


What Miss Oh wants the minute we land these days, but tougher to do with her new shorter ‘do…


One of my favourite natives, and by far the simplest to photograph…


And why having a room with a view is a nice way to end the day…

Fiji Sunset 1

Fiji Sunset 2

And for those who may be dubious about the redness of that last photograph – no I didn’t fiddle about with it in Lightroom, other than a small bit of cropping.

There may be a few more photographs to share later, but for now….


That’d be the sound of Ms Oh Waily feeling refreshed and relaxed.  It’s been a while since it was last heard around these parts.  A big thanks to Mr Oh Waily and Nana & Poppa Oh Waily for a great holiday where I didn’t have to be Mum all of the time.

Gratuitous Holiday Photographs

As predicted earlier, gratuitous photographs of children on holiday.

Miss Oh Waily and I went for an early morning stroll yesterday and between us we took some photographs to share.  They are mostly self-explanatory.  The first few are by Miss Oh Waily herself, the remainder I claim as my own.

Lumpy on Holiday
Lumpy on Holiday
Gardens by Miss OWW
Gardens by Miss OWW
The Sea by Miss OWW
The Sea by Miss OWW

Every holiday we come here, I like to walk down to the chapel on the corner and take a photograph.  Next month will be our eighth anniversary of marrying here.

The Chapel - 2012 Visit
The Chapel
Miss OWW at the Chapel
Miss OWW at the Chapel

And unlike our humble place of residence here on the island, the neighbours seem to like the furrowed sand look.  It seems to be fascinating to Miss Oh Waily here.

Miss OWW in the sand
Miss OWW in the sand

Then this afternoon while Master Oh Waily was having his sleep, the little miss and I headed down to our own, unfurrowed section of beach. I now understand the builders of the pyramids. Slave masters can be cruel little mistresses. Especially when forcing slaves to build moats to protect castles from oncoming wavelets. “We’ve* got to hurry!! Quick!! Quick!! Hurry!!”.
But, we are very good at decoration and shell finding. Slaves are very useful for digging, filling buckets and upending them to make Empress Oh Waily’s architectural treasures, however. Sadly, or gladly, I can confess to regressing to childhood and digging in the sand was great fun. Except when the dreaded wavelets breached the preliminary defences. By the end of the build we had a ditch and banking set up with a couple of drains to move the water away – well, sort of.

Sand Castles on the Beach
Sand Castles on the Beach

There will be more to come, just because Miss Oh likes to take photographs and because it means that it won’t be weeks before you hear from me again.

Yes.  I am enjoying my holiday.  Thanks for asking.  🙂

* this would be the Royal “we”, in case you were wondering.

A Plethora of Anniversaries

I’m sure it has seemed quiet in this part of the blogosphere lately.  The month of August and, now, September brings with it a range of anniversaries that require Ms Oh Waily’s attention.

Back on August 17th my little girl, Miss Oh Waily, stopped being so little once again.  She turned four.  Although talking with her sometimes you would be forgiven for thinking there was a much older personality residing in that still delicate little body.
We were lucky to have Gran and Pop Oh Waily visit us for that week, and Miss Oh Waily lapped up all of the attention and the gifts.

Then just a little over a week later the Oh Waily family could celebrate their first full year of living in our capital city.  We have spent equal amounts of time on both sides of the large and beautiful harbour.  And we are most happy living here.  It will be something of a shame to remove ourselves back to Auckland when the time comes.

Then a matter of a few days ago, on the first day of Spring, my little boy turned two.  Where did that time go?  It doesn’t seem so long ago that he was a little babe in arms.  And now he is chattering away like there are not enough words in the world for him to learn and use.

But events do not slow down on our anniversary front, Gran Oh Waily has a birthday in a week and Auntie H has a milestone the following week.  It is certainly a celebratory time of year and just in time for the fine, crisp Spring weather to shine down on us.