Crippled and in considerable discomfort, I could not really get out and about yesterday, nor indeed today.
The blisters from the unaccustomed walking over the previous two days have forced me to walk on the balls of my feet, unable to put my heels to the ground. From the outside, it probably looks very funny. Needless to say, I am not enjoying it. However, my youngest son, “Ants” picked me up yesterday afternoon to accompany him and the kids to a scouting exercise on road safety.
His son Cooper is a member of the most junior branch of scouting, known in New Zealand as “Keas”, presumably after the mountain parrot. His daughter Maggie is in the next tier up, as a cub. Before we set out for the exercise, we paused at their house while the kids had their dinner.
While I was waiting, I took photographs from their verandahs which offer magnificent views over the harbour and the lower valley.
One of the amazing features of living on the hill is how different the views are as you move a few hundred metres one way or the other.
Down at Avalon Park, there is a set of tracks laid out and painted like street intersections, complete with traffic signs, for precisely the purpose of instilling road rules.
All the little Keas were soon whizzing about on their bikes, scooters or inline skates, giving way at the intersections in accordance with the signs.
Then the Scout leaders staged an accident and did the great melodrama about what to do next. Cooper was first on the scene, and he leapt from his bike, raced around the “victim” and began to administer CPR to the great hilarity of the other scout leader.
Cooper’s dad, as well as being a police officer, is a trained paramedic. The leaf is not far from the tree.
The exercise lasted about an hour, so I shuffled carefully along the path to the windmills which are installed as an art work at the edge of the park.
That’s it for a somewhat handicapped day.