Saturday, November 8, 2008

THE ELECTIONS !



Here in New Zealand we are holding elections today; hot on the heels of the first African American to be elected President of the United States.
Currently the Prime Minister is Helen Clark, New Zealand's second female Prime Minister & the 20th most powerful woman in the world.



Sir Edmumd Hillary once described her:
“ Our prime minister has been rather unique in being a great lover of the out of doors and she's always off climbing something, doing something exciting and I think that New Zealanders admire that. That is sort of the way of life that they have come to accept in our little old island in the south seas. But Helen as been particularly strong in this respect. So long may she reign. ”

Elections are always on a Saturday here and generally occur every three years.
Their first national elections here took place in 1853 and New Zealand was the first country in the world to grant women's suffrage.

There are several 'parties' to vote for..ACT, ALPC (that's Aotearoa Legalise Cannabis Party!),Maori Party, First Party, Pacific Party, Bill and Ben Party (aah cute! Their political aim is "to put the 'party' back into political party!"),Kiwi Party and so on.. we shall have to see! But it looks as if it will be the National party, led by John Key.



The official results will be announced on November 22nd.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

BONFIRE NIGHT !



What is Bonfire Night all about then? Why the fireworks? The bonfires? The burning of effigies and general fun and laughter?

Here is an alternative New Zealand version of this historic event!

TODAY we are going to explore a vital episode in English history.

As those of you who own calendars and diaries will be aware, today is November 5. This is the day that in 1605 a certain Guy Fawkes was caught in the cellars of the Houses of Parliament with several barrels of gunpowder.



Despite his protestations that he was only making preparations to celebrate Bonfire Night, he was accused of treason and, despite impassioned pleas for name suppression and a period of home detention, he and his fellow conspirators were hanged, drawn and quartered.
This was a particularly nasty way that criminals were dealt with in the 17th century, even worse than community service.

The offenders are hung by their collars on a wall and then drawn by students of the local art faculty. When the artists had finished, the resulting drawings were then divided into four piles and placed in sacks.
The criminals had to guess which sack contained their likeness. It's in the Bag had its origins in this English pastime.



If the prisoners did not guess correctly, their punishment was to be sent to the Tower of London.
However, there was a quirky English custom that if the offender could make up a poem of repentance before being hauled off to the Tower he would be let off with a warning.

Fawkes had, of course, been planning to blow up Parliament, which is a rather radical way of dispensing with troublesome MPs, although it is a method that has been contemplated in Wellington in recent months.

Fawkes failed to pick the correct sack but being quicker-witted than his fellow conspirators, immediately took centre stage and began to recite:



His captors went into a huddle to decide whether they would allow such an ungrammatical poem but decided that on balance it would probably stand the test of time. They realised that in any case, by the 21st century most people would be capable of text speak, so the poem was allowed to stand.

Guy Fawkes walked free with a warning, while his colleagues were sent to the Tower.
He later became a prominent member of society and a wealthy fireworks manufacturer.
However, the authorities were reluctant to let Fawkes off scot-free and so they encouraged the local populace to light bonfires every November 5 so they could burn effigies of Guy Fawkes.



Far from being despondent at this idea, Fawkes encouraged the use of his fireworks at these gatherings and so began the long tradition of guy-burning and Bonfire Night fireworks.
This is a custom that eventually spread to Britain's colonies over the centuries and is still adhered to in New Zealand today.



However, the tradition is now under threat because of the amount of greenhouse gases released by countless bonfires and innumerable fireworks.
In fact, in some quarters it is believed the English are solely to blame for global warming because of their insistence on commemorating for the past 400 years a failed treason attempt.



Indeed, research after a fireworks display in Hawaii discovered that the level of suspended particulates rose by 300 per cent from a non-fireworks evening and a 113 per cent increase in the number of people suffering from respiratory illness.
Experts have calculated that for every 10kg of firework, 9kg of it will go either to the landfill or be burnt.



So, politicians of a green persuasion have Guy Fawkes Night firmly in their sights.
But before they pass any legislation outlawing Bonfire Night they would probably be wise to check the cellars under the House first.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

GLAMPING !



I've found it - the answer to being in the outdoors, in the fresh air, under the stars, in the middle of nature, where no-one else goes, but without 'roughing' it..
Welcome to the world of glamorous camping, called "glamping".
Now you're talking! This is more like me!



A camping trip for us generally involved bugs, wild animals, sudden storms, leaking tents, smelly sleeping bags and questionable food, with cramped living conditions.
This is one of the reasons that we have one of the largest, roomiest, head height tents in New Zealand!
For a number of people, their first camping experience often becomes their last, but there is now a camping option growing in popularity.



Glamping originated in Africa, decades ago, in upscale safari Camps where guests lounged inside large canvas tents adorned with king size beds, elegant beddings, Persian carpets, antique furniture, fluffy towels, and pillow misters.
They experienced stunning views in all directions and spent their afternoons at high tea, while on site chefs prepared decadent meals.



Guests enjoyed every imaginable luxury, in a very wild setting. Lucky for us, many such establishments still exists in Africa today (another one of my 'wishes' to go on such an adventure)!



It would seem that after becoming popular in the USA and the UK with celebrities in particular 'glamping' has now arrived in NZ. The Abel Tasman has set up one of the first opportunities of this in the wild.
Of course, there is a price tag attached to it!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

BIRD OF PARADISE !



This is the painting by Blake, below is a photograph of the real thing - I've never seen one, it's one of the rarest birds in the world, found in Papua New Guinea.
When I suggested going there on holiday, the responses varied from - cannibals, to no!

Monday, November 3, 2008

BLAKE TWIGDEN !



An international artist and owner of the Bird Gardens in Whitford, Blake Twigden is a colourful character.. full of stories about his travels to the Galapagos ( also on my list of wishes) and jungles full of exotic birds.



The gardens are away from the hustle and bustle of Auckland. It's one of those, 'blink and you've missed it' tiny villages. Anyway, tucked away here is a sub-tropical paradise for pheasants, finches, ducks, turtles and fish. The birds are all incredibly tame and come when called!



Blake's paintings are on display in the entrance and the use of light and colour is incredible. Then, when you step into the aviary, the birds themselves look unreal!



A boardwalk leads you through the trail of birds and water dragons, pools and deadly plants, bright orange, yellow and multi coloured birds, fluffing themselves around the nectar pots.



The Bird Gardens have been around for 17 years.however it has only opened to the public two years ago.Part of the tour is a visit to his studio, where he's busy painting sea birds against electric blues and greens on silver leaf !

Sunday, November 2, 2008

HOWICK GARDEN TRAIL !



Similar to Open Garden Day in the villages in summer, this event took us around some of the most fabulous gardens in the area.
Rather than walking to each one however, they were a 15 minute drive apart and the owners took you round personally!



There was a delightful Chinese garden, with bonsai and carved wooden furniture. Tiny, dainty walkways and pebbled paths fringed with bamboo. We expected to see pandas at the end!



There were gardens which reminded us of home, with foxgloves and roses climbing over walls. One with beehives and sweeping lawns; we bought honey taken from the hive that morning and sat and ate cream scones among the orange blossom.



One of our favourites was built up from the mangroves on the bay, winding paths with different coloured acers and stunning views of the sea. The owner had an impressive collection of orchids and an amazing selection of vegetable beds. The lemons were bigger than your hand!






My personal favourite was designed by Ted Smythe, incredible waterfall frames of Waiheke island and the views out to sea. There was an impressive hukka of dragon trees and decking that flowed out to the beach. I could have stayed all day!



The confirmed family favourite were the Whitford Bird Gardens, where a group of us were taken round by the artist owner, Blake Twigden.
We were told amazing stories of his travels, shown his incredible paintings of birds and met birds who looked as if they had been painted - unreal! And waterdragons... We even had a tour of his artist's studio. On my list of 'wishes' goes his painting of the bird of paradise we saw there!
The photo shows the girls next to a tree grown from One Tree, when it was cut down - a piece of living Auckland history.









All in all a sunshiny, gorgeous day! Oh, and Devon the teddy was welcomed to the family!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

DEVILISHLY GOOD !





Sophia's Halloween Party went well!
We introduced folk to apple bobbing, trick or treating, doughnut dobbing, face fulls of flour and 'guess who you are'.
Then we made them eat egg eyeballs, 'bloody' cupcakes (filled with jam & topped with marshmallow icing), breadstick bones, bat chips, sausage fingers (with almond nails!), snake jelly, pumpkin and toadstool-shaped gingerbreads, violently coloured lemonade, and lots of disgusting sweets.
Everyone felt sick,(as is only right and proper) but had a great time!
The house was decorated with eyes in the walls, spiders hanging from the ceiling and webs on the windows.