How's the alliteration in that sentence!
What an experience.
I went with B's mum and I'm still sort of processing what we saw. The show was nothing like what I expected, not that I had really known what to expect. Googling it and asking people, no one can explain what it is. Now that I've seen the show I can understand why. I still can't explain it to you.
It's fashion, costuming, music, dancing, art, and performance, all rolled into one. It's a spectacular spectacle. Overwhelming, exciting, eerie, and beautiful. Clearly I don't have enough adjectives to describe the experience but it was truly breathtaking.
I didn't take my camera, and in fact photos aren't allowed during the performance anyway. It was nice to just enjoy it without always half-thinking about capturing good images.
We dropped our bags at the hotel in Raumati Beach, got changed, and headed down to Wellington. We somehow snagged a free car park right near the venue, and then had an amazing dinner at Two Grey. They were doing a set menu for WOW which was insanely good. As in, I ran my finger around my plate to get every drop of the sauce. That good.
Then the show itself was mind-blowing, and just long enough for our bums to let us know we had done a lot of sitting that day. We got back to Raumati just before 11pm and rolled into bed for a blissful uninterrupted sleep.
I woke before the alarm (as usual) and was soon in our courtyard soaking in the solitude - just me, the birds, and my cup of tea - and watching the clouds roll overhead. It was a real treat to just have that early morning stillness, especially when mornings at home are so frenetic.
We had a delicious breakfast at a cafe across the road from the hotel, before hitting the highway back to New Plymouth. The rain settled in as we headed north, and I arrived home almost exactly 24 hours later.
I feel so refreshed.
I really, really needed that.
Briefly, in other news...
B has perfected his onion ring recipe. Crisp and light as air. And very hard to stop at one.
The various bulbs in the garden are starting to look a bit tired and are flopping everywhere. I know I have to let them die back to feed the bulb for next year, but once that's happened I'll be digging them out. I can't deal with how messy the dying back stage is so they'll go into pots where I can move them out of sight once they start falling over everywhere.
New growth everywhere you look. Even my poor lily of the valley shrub which couldn't muster even one flower this winter has marshalled itself.
The maple is unbelievably pretty.
And look at this sunshine! Don't worry - it's raining again now. Of course it is.
I got a proper written letter from my mum, along with an article from the Weekend Australian newspaper all about Taranaki! Number 2 region in the world to visit in 2017, people!
As you may have seen on Facebook and Instagram, we have the sweetest little calves here now. Oh. my. GOD. They are adorable. And can you believe their tiny little raincoats?! I know. I know.
Unfortunately this means that I have re-commenced worrying excessively about their wellbeing. I mean, I thought I worried about the older cows. The worrying about the calves is NEXT LEVEL. It's exhausting.
Surely farmers don't fret about their livestock this much. Do they??
I really never expected that I would be so concerned, not just for their welfare - that's obvious - but for their wellbeing. Are they cold? Are they scared? Are they dry? They're so little.
Luckily they have one very attentive mother-figure in me, and a perhaps even more attentive one in J. Little A loves them too but she's more inclined to screech excitedly at them. I have to physically restrain J from trying to go in the paddock to give them "cuddles".
We're getting some chickens this week which means the menagerie will be almost complete. Just a couple of sheep for the orchard paddock. And possibly a dog in a year or two's time. Oh and let's not forget a pony for J. Maybe a couple of goldfish. And hell, why not throw a few ducks into the mix?
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