as a well seasoned old goat meself
I FEEL quite QUALIFIED
to season my post with these few images; as in the beach, the park, and on the change of season(s) in Queenstown. ‘Nuff of the sales-patter, let’s get wiv it~
TSS Earnslaw is the ‘Grand Old Lady’ of the lake and still steams back and forth visiting outlying farms, where lucky punters can (apparently) enjoy fresh scones with lovely whipped cream freshly a la cow. One day I’ll take the plunge, until then the smell of hot steam dockside suffices.
Here, ‘cos you liked that one I’ll toss in another, equally as free—
—to a good home. Earnslaw is that wee dot on the horizon, and if you want your seasonal reference it was latish winterish.
So, what Season are we celebrating here? Tourist season, you silly person … one of which I once were. Was. Am. Shall be. I make a good tourist, I take the snaps and gobble the local ice creams (imported from Invercargill, and Auckland).
Moving on …
WE HEAD BACK
to the beach, where (Gemstone Beach, of course. Sheesh!) (I mean, where else?) all is sweetness and light; howling gales when not sizzling scorching hot with foot-numbing cold water to avoid seeking refuge in …
—where even on a lovely clear day everything looks deliciously (cold?) murky. We saw three wave-riders with their little inflatable canoe things happily bouncing up and down on their heads despite the apparent lack of surf. All good clean fun and keeps them out of the schools, I guess.
BUT, THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT
the beach, they say, and you don’t come no meeker than this wee cutie I posted once before on another blog but still love—
—no idea whose the meek wee doglet, but given that they never start wars or make me pay taxes I’d say that the season is right for having more dogs.