I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if you were dressed in shorts and sent outside without sun screen or a sweater on a summers day in Wellington. It would be both chilly around the knees and potential for sunstroke in a flash. My vegetable seedlings feel... There is nothing better than going to pick your own Christmas Tree. It’s even better to pick your own tree from where it is growing and have it cut down before your very eyes. I have vague recollections of me doing this once before when I was a child –... Few things in life give greater pleasure to a basset than a pile of mud. A place to put their pudgy paws and indulge in a spot of sniffing or digging. The softer the mud the better it is but as mud goes they’ll pretty much take anything. With the... Breaking up for the holidays is like letting out an enormous sigh. That last effort before you can finally relax. With the exception of some paperwork I am all done with work for this year. Now the focus will switch to domestic matters – for that the sigh... Just as I think I’m learning the lessons of building and living in the country something comes along and makes me realise I’m such an amateur. Despite my best efforts to think ahead and have a plan for every eventuality something always happens. ... 