dressage and show jumping


Oh doesn't he look dapper!!!!!! It's all about the dressing up, right? The core business of controling a horse is a bit of a mystery to me...but my boy has it under control. Harry participated in a dressage and show jumping competition last Sunday. He's not much of a dressage fan, it's a bit too slow for his liking. He sees himself as more of the show jumping type, I guess there's a bit more "Man from Snowy River" action involved! Despite his reluctance, Harry displayed excellent control and poise during the dressage test and was awarded first place! He was awarded second place in the show jumping and missed out on a win by three seconds...all because his pony stopped to do some business - well, when you gotta go, you gotta go!!!


town mouse and country mouse

image sourced from here

Just five nights after arriving home from New Zealand I had to jump on a plane again and fly solo to Sydney for a work related event.  It was a week of early mornings, late nights, decoding bus timetables, navigating city routes and note taking (not to mention the brain swell I experienced from all the new information I had to absorb from the conference itself). It was for me, an all round week of new experiences, some of which were terribly out of my comfort zone.

Yes I'm a big city sook....busy streets, crowded footpaths, interrupted skylines and general city noise...it just isn't my cup of tea! I feel like a fish out of water and no doubt I stick out like one too. Oh I'm happy enough to visit, but by the end, I'm happier still to leave. My sister Lou (whom I stayed with) and I talked about this a lot last week. She adores her inner city life-style while I find it's pace and flurry not only incomprehensible but quite unforgiving!

Sitting on the bus everyday I couldn't help but marvel at how a city functions and survives. To me, they seem like the harshest, most unsustainable, energy guzzling, unfriendly places imaginable, and to think, around the world there are cities much larger and denser than Sydney! I can hardly get my head around it. My sister however, who has visited London, Rome and New York, to name a few, is dazzled by the energy and excitement these cities eminate.

Lou has often tried to convince me of the many advantages inner city living has to offer and insists she feels a strong sense of community in her densely populated suburb. She sees many familiar friendly faces in her daily travels and engages with a plethora of diverse folk.  I don't doubt her feelings are genuine or that community identity does indeed exist in the city, but I find it hard to fathom this sense of belonging when during my city stay, I felt so lonely and a little insecure every time I ventured from Lou's front door. I wasn't in any danger and my suspicious judgements of every stranger were no doubt totally unwarranted, but honestly, I just couldn't relax!

We try to find a common ground Lou and I, to understand each others preference for where we've chosen to live, but it's difficult. At the end of the day, I think her need for the inner city experience is totally nuts, while she finds my desire for life in a sparsely populated, isolated environment to be completely unfathomable. I think we'll always try to convince each other that we've each made the optimal choice but it's always done in jest and we often laugh about our differing opinions! What are sisters for, right?

How fortunate it is that we can visit each other and get a taste for these vastly contrasting environments, and then retreat to the place that suits us best! Lou is definitely the thrill seeking Town Mouse and I'll always be, without exception, the quiet Country Mouse!

our home on wheels


Before I delve into the highs and super-highs of our recent New Zealand trip, I thought I'd take you on a tour of the campervan we hired for our adventure. Being a thorough kind of guy, Ben did loads of research, trawling motorhome websites and reading reviews by holiday makers who had travelled NZ in this mode. He settled on this model for several reasons; it's high winter rating, fuel efficiency and the fact that the vehicle was fully self contained and suitable for freedom camping. From the time we first made contact with the company we experienced nothing but excellent customer service. On arrival to the Wilderness depot in Auckland we were taken through the components and functions of the van; covering features such as how to check water and power supply, how to operate the cooking and heating appliances, and importantly, how to dispose of our black and grey water. Ah yes folks, grey water AND black water.....can you guess what the difference is??

here's a peek inside...

Ben found the campervan very easy to maneuver. It had all manner of bells and whistles for reversing safely.  Rarely did we find ourselves in a situation where we were unable to find a reasonable place to stop. Even in the larger towns and cities we found suitable parking spaces! NZ caters super well for this type of touring and as we drove around we passed many other campervans. All the roads we travelled were in great condition, uncrowded and well sign posted. Really, nothing about this holiday was difficult (except perhaps learning to put snow chains on...but that's a story for later). Ben used his mobile phone as a GPS...it worked brilliantly. We also had our iPad and could look up campsites in a jiffy using this app. The reviews were helpful and very honest.


The kids of course loved their campervan experience. For them it was one of the biggest highlights of our trip. Kids are clearly easy to please. I was concerned they would have a restricted view from the windows in the back, but they didn't. I'd also heard that sometimes passengers suffer motion sickness travelling in vans like these. This was only a problem once, when Till felt a little queasy from the windy road we were exploring. Her bout of "car-sickness" was quite uneventful (phew) and once we stopped for a break she recovered immediately.

Each night Harry and Till's double bed had to be lowered from the ceiling and set up, a process that took a minute or so. There was even a ladder which was stored under the mattress when the bed was packed away. Wilderness provided Harry and Till with sleeping bags and a doona, but they mostly slept under the doona because they were too warm. Ben and I also slept with just a doona and no extra blankets. We were never cold at night, not once!! The heating and insulation in the van was exceptional, especially considering how cold it was outside.

Storage in the campervan was also great. I'd been given the heads up from friends to pack soft bags and not hard suitcases. Once our bags were unpacked, we stored them in a large cupboard under our bed, to be ignored until the conclusion of our holiday. We had bulky items like parkas and coats but instead of storing them in the wardrobe, we had them lying on the spare lounge seat ready to pop on every time we stepped out somewhere.

The fridge was larger than I would have expected and we stored enough food for days at a time. We didn't use the stove much because we often ate dinner out or bought take-away. We could only use the toaster and microwave when we had access to electricity. The fridge and stove ran on gas. The kitchen had all the cooking equipment we required and then some (we just had better things to do besides gourmet cooking). I did buy washing up liquid, extra sponges, paper towel and all purpose cleaning spray (most of which I hardly needed and shouldn't have bothered purchasing). I also bought a packet of throw away disinfectant wipes for giving the loo a daily once-over. We had to provide toilet paper and toiletries, naturally. Bath towels, tea towels and all linen were included but we did buy a few extra cheap pillows. If only I'd asked for extras when we were at the Auckland depot, I'm sure the Wilderness staff would have obliged.


Ben and I enforced a shoes-off-at-the-door-policy the whole time we were touring. You can appreciate with all the muddy, snowy, wet, gravelly, sandy walking tracks we covered, potentially our moving home could have been quite unpleasant with dirt traipsed all through it! The kids took turns sweeping the floor with a dustpan and brush, it didn't take long and they were eager to help.

For anyone planning a trip to New Zealand, I'd say why not consider touring this spectacular country in the comfort of a motorhome! There were so many advantages for us. Never having to find a public toilet is a big plus, like-wise being able to stop and sleep when the need arises. Pack light, be patient with your kids (who will be far too excited to sleep most nights), stop often to wear your kids out, take very short showers (the water doesn't stretch far) and be prepared to bump heads and shoulders a lot! Go with the flow and I guarantee you'll have a whole lotta fun!



here are my top campervan travelling tips...

Pack rubber gloves (and a garbage bag to kneel on) in case you need to put snow chains on - it's a VERY grubby job!

 

In a NZ supermarket, I bought the smallest bottle of washing up detergent I could find. We hardly got through it. Pack your own from home in a little container!

 

I also bought laundry liquid but every caravan park laundry we used provided it!! I'd say, don't bother buying it all or pack a little bottle from home for emergencies.

 

Pack a chamois cloth for drying off the windscreen.  We couldn't get on our way each morning until we'd dried off the inside of the windscreen...all those breathing bodies creates considerable condensation.

 

Emptying the black water tank was...well...pretty yucky! A peg for your nose and disposable gloves may help to get you through the unpleasant task!! Lucky for me, Ben was in charge of this job.

 

ALWAYS check that your kids have closed the fridge door properly...or as you go around a corner, you may lose the contents of your fridge...ahem....would I be speaking from experience!?

 

If you like our shoes-off rule, either ensure your kids are highly proficient (and I mean fast) shoe-lace do-er-uppers or pack shoes with velcro!!!!!! We are training Till as I type...oh she can tie laces no problem...but have you ever watched grass grow?


Our bathroom and toilet were within the one ity-bity space....which meant the floor needed to be wiped after showering or toilet-goers ended up with wet socks. Pack a spare towel!! 

 

NB. This is NOT a sponsored blog post and ALL opinions are my own!

back on The Rock


remember us?

We arrived home from our holiday this Sunday past, after 14 days motor-homing our way through the North and South Islands of New Zealand. I know, it's Wednesday and where are the holiday snaps and stories? Patience folks, it's gonna take a while. You know, apart from popping a few pics on fb, I haven't yet uploaded the bulging SD card onto our PC! Our dear old computer is having a few issues and I'm worried my gazillion photos may just send it over the edge.

Our trip was fabulous and I can't wait to share every little detail. For now though, we are adjusting to life in a house again; one without an engine, wheels, snow chains, headlights, folding beds, windscreen wipers and a toilet that needs to be manually emptied (oh boy, motor-home loo's, that's a blog post all on it's own). 

Our tired and dated stationary house, in fact, feels extravagant and ostentatious. It's amazing how well you survive (and indeed thrive) in a small confined space.  We managed with three sets of clothes, one pair of shoes, one towel and a toothbrush each! Now at home, Ben and I look around and wonder WHY on earth do we own all this stuff? So much stuff that we neither needed nor missed for two weeks. Are we to be forever burdened by stuff!!!???

did it have to end?

The first day home was rather a low time for me. I hadn't wanted our trip to end and I didn't wish to be back in the reality of the day to day trudge. I rather liked the gypsy life to be honest, it suited me. Cleaning is a breeze when your house is only 6.8 metres in length. I was able to sweep the floor with a dust pan brush....it took all of 30 seconds! Cooking was easy....we hardly did any! What's that kids? You want cereal for dinner? And grooming was a cinch...bed hair? Meh, we wore beanies most of the time. One of us is still working on a beard so the hassles of having to shave whiskers in a bathroom the size of a broom cupboard never arose!!

free spirits...

We stopped wherever we pleased, whenever we pleased, free-camping most of the time. We paused for the night in a caravan park only four times to take advantage of their laundry facilities. Our fully contained camper van had just about everything...including the kitchen sink (yep, the a fore mentioned loo, a shower, stove, microwave and fridge). And importantly, heating. We were never cold, even when one night the temp dropped below minus 8!!!!!!! MINUS 8 PEOPLE!!!!!!!! Only mad people take family holidays in winter, right? Oh but the snow....it was so pretty my eyes were aching. A person can only look at so much beauty, right?

more please!

I would do the whole trip over again in a heartbeat, almost exactly (I've learned a few tricks for subsequent camper van adventures). New Zealand is more beautiful than you could ever imagine. I'll be moving there any minute now. Stay tuned....and I promise, I'll bombard you with photos as soon as I can, but I have to warn you, my photos simply do not adequately depict how amazingly mind-blowingly scenic this country is!

hot chocolate


Oh the antics! 

Give 'em hot chocolate and let the good times roll...

 

Steph from this brown wren shared her hot cacao recipe with me a few months ago. It has become a family favourite - especially when served with freshly popped popcorn! How could I not pass this deliciousness on?

Steph's Hot Chocolate

[i]

in a saucepan mix a heaped teaspoon of raw cacao powder with a little water

[ii]

pop the saucepan on the heat, add a generous spoonful of honey and stir

[iii]

add 500mls of milk and heat it all up to the desired temp!

[iv]

pour into your favourite mugs and strike up a conversation!!


PS The munchkins drink cows milk, but I make this for myself with rice milk and it's tastes just as luscious.

a peek into the past


I've been exploring old Norfolk homes and museums of late. I don't know about you, but I adore old things. I wish 'old things' could talk, can you imagine the story they could tell us? I've always felt I was born into the wrong era. I'm certain life in a Jane Austen novel would have suited me well. But the reality is, for most from this era, life didn't revolve around tea parties, grand balls and time spent painting watercolours in pretty gardens!  It's easy to romanticize the past, isn't it! A hundred years ago (and less), life for the housewife was far from glamorous, in fact I'd say it was back breakingly hard! So as much as I admire the good ole days, I'm rather thankful for electric irons and automatic washing machines and despite the enticing smell and feel of the old Box Brownie, I'm rather enamored with my fancy modern camera!