Waiheke Island Hui 2014

Waiheke Island
 My travels have been limited since returning home in August 2013  but I did have a trip to Waiheke Island for our hui in February this year. It was so nice to get away from our gloomy summer and wear summer clothes, have a barbecue on the beach and sit out on the deck late enjoying a meal with fellow kaiarahi.

Kaiarahi on board the ferry. Engia is our newest member and she travelled from the Cook Islands to be with us.

It was a lovely trip across to the island on the ferry and as you can tell from the faces we were all looking forward to our learning!
The hui is a learning curve for  kaiarahi and we learn new skills to work with our akonga on NAPP as well as improve our knowledge of 21st C leadership, especially our awareness of cultural diversity and Treaty of Waitangi partnerships with Maori.

Piritahi Marae

We work on our coaching skills and share our own learning via posters we had to create around an aspect of our  work with akonga. Initially it was a daunting challenge but we all rose to it and a lot of learning was done as we shared our learning together and discussed the implications of our investigations.
This year we were exposed to skilled Maori artists working on the island, some in private studios and others  working on carvings for the Whare kai on the Piritahi marae where we stay.

 At work in the whare nui

Paora outside his studio

The sculpture exhibition on Waiheke Island

The view from the marae-beautiful

 

Piritahi Marae is situated in a lovely bay opposite to where the ferry terminal docks. we have been coming here now for three years so it feels like home. We all have a connection now to this place and the whanau make us very welcome.
All to soon our three days came to an end and we headed back home in time to celebrate Waitangi Day. All the richer for our visit, prepared  and ready for another year of learning and fellowship.

Hertfordshire Tour:July 10

Today we set off in sunshine again from St Johns' Tube station on the Jubilee line, duely found with help from my friends and all kitted out for a day of garden delights.My kind of day.
We transferred to a bus and st out for Hertfordshire.The first garden we visited was in St Albans where the owners had created a delightful oasis on a small site resplendent in the colours of the Cross of st Albans.

Not that you can see that from the pictures but it was a lovely setting and many treasures evident in the garden walks.

Our next garden was at Hitchen-not far from my friends,Wendy and Rod so familiar territory.Here we visited a pastoral garden with very natural plantings,amazing topiary and a wild flower meadow to capture the butterflies and insects vital to the countryside. It took them two days to trim all the hedges once a year,they only did them once so they did not disturb the birds and insects. Some very special spaces to relax and enjoy the garden.

The philosophy of this garden interested meas it closely mirrored the life cycle of the garden inhabitants which brought benefits through insect control and natural seedings of plants to replenish the garden each year.Life was in balance here

Lunch was at The Brocket Arms in Welwyn and infamous because of the fraudulent dealings of the local lord and master-still in jail it seems.Never mind we enjoyed his ale and vitals.

Alongside the pub was a quintessentia lEnglish cottage and garden known as Ruins 1 because of the church nearby.

It was lovely so we were given a quick peck before moving on to Benington where we visited another lovely cottage garden notable for the garden art made by the owner.

Hampton Court Garden Show

It was a beautiful day when Brad and I  set off for Hampton Court.We met up with Sue, a friend of Brads from her days teaching in the UK and we spent hours exploring the floral pavilion and the gardens arranged around the spectacular site. This show is huge...words to describe it -an extravaganza of gardening know how spread across a huge site supported by stalls and food delights, pavilions and displays to tempt the gardening fraternity.

From the outlandish, 'Tip of the Iceberg' recycling display garden to the splendour of the floral display  there was something to tempt, tantalize and delight the visitor.

Enjoy....

Want one?

Dream on..... a special place

And a flower for you...

Gardening,British style

I was lucky to join a number of garden events while visiting the UK this year. This image was taken at Fenton House in Hampstead, a National trust property and an example of a smaller stately house with a traditional design, occupied until recent years by a lady of means who furnished it with examples of  her musical interests and her love of craft work.

The garden is  small and quite formal  in layout, it is enclosed by high brick walls in the traditional manner and it features a significant collection of fruit trees in an orchard at the bottom of the garden.They have cider making events here in the autumn.

The vegetable garden was quite special too. The gardener met us and talked about how the garden had changed and the aspirations he had to restore it to glory. The rose garden was lovely and featured a wonderful example of Tuscany superb along with some scotch roses in the borders.

The day was superb ,hot and sunny and hats and sunscreen were  needed in plenty. We enjoyed our lunch in an historic old pub, HollyBush Inn the oldest hotel in the area. This area was known by boatmen on the Thames for its snow capped heights-it was the white laundry spread out to dry  by the laundry maids which caught the eye.
This was one of Janine Wookey's tours and well worthwhile so looking forward to the next day when I join her group again for another trip.We also toured the Hampstead village and looked at historic  buildings, visited the old cemetery associated with an historic church and found the burial sites of famous people such as Robert Louis Stevenson and Daphne Du Maurier,Constable and many other notables.It was a snobby place to live and die!

 

Capturing the castle....and living to tell the tale

The morning dawned clear and sunny. What a treat. The sun was shining all day and it was warm...Just what we ordered for our adventure.
We had a walk in a lovely arboretum within walking distance of the hotel after a very large breakfast,not only do they party well,they eat well too. We needed to walk off a few calories before heading away in our panda car.

We passed a local church-very beautiful and well preserved and then entered the arboretum.
Such a lovely place it was-Ardkinglas Woodland garden, famous for its mature champion trees including the tallest tree in Britain and the mightiest conifer in Europe. It was said to have red squirrels but we did not sight them.we did see some lovely rhodos and enjoyed the walks through towering trees and spectacular landscapes visible through the trees.

Time to go so we loaded up and drove down the Cowell Peninsula towards the Strath Lachlan family seat. This was new territory for us both so very exciting as we passed through St Catherines (my grandmother's name-coincidence?or not!) , a small town on the edge of the loch and a holiday destination for locals.True!

After that settlement we came a bit further along the loch until we entered the valley signposted  as Strath Lachlan. The first sign of our destination came with a church and then a hall,the road got smaller and smaller and windier-Lou did a great job driving us safely around. It was very narrow in places and limited passing bays but made it we did.

The unexpected happens and in this case it was coming upon the Chapel  containing the remains of the chiefs and  the burial ground of the McLaughlan clan.

We could not believe our luck as we had no idea such a place existed. The original site had been restored and conserved and a lady putting flowers on her husband's grave was happy to talk to us about the place.

We even found a headstone with our spelling! We had a great time exploring the historic site and imagining times of the Jacobites and all the famous Scottish history associated with the clansmen swirling around our ancestral site. How boring are we!

Next stop was the end of the road.We came across Inver Cottage, a cafe for lunch as it transpired and run by the McLaughlan trust so naturally we had our lunch there after  braving the cold water to cross over to the ruins of the castle.

We could see the ruins from the cottage but did not spot the scaffolding until we arrived at the site. We could also see the new castle from there but signs on the track indicated the colonials were not welcome. we did not feel we could risk arest by satisfying our curiosity so another time.

The best attempts are being made to conserve this historic site but there were no barriers to us exploring the site,inside or out. We found our way inside after some tricky manoeuvrings and stood where the clansmen would eat and sleep,where they would  meet their grisly end at the hands of the Campbell clan so many years ago.The castle remains as it was raided so many years ago.Just as well some escaped-where would we be?

The old and the new.....
It is a lovely area and we were able to visit on a beautiful day which all added to the enjoyment of the day.

After our exploration of the castle we had to paddle back to the other side of the river.The bridge had been washed out during winter storms so it may be a long time before it is restored. We finished our visit with lunch at Iver Cottage, sitting in the sun and enjoying the day.Very special.

Lou and I made our way back to Glasgow that evening via Balloch, a town at the foot of Ben Lomond. We were hoping to see the final of Andy Murray's tennis match at  Wimbledon but TV reception was too slow so we walked in the grounds of a magnificent public park

and then enjoyed a drink at the hotel by the water before heading back to stay at a glamorous hotel right on the railway site. It had just been done up and restored,including some amazing lighting effects, to its previous best so we had a elegant end to our trip.

 Monday was for shopping and exploring the town. we packed a lot into our four days away even if the locals thought it was a 'heatwave'.

Exploring the Scottish Connection-Glasgow to Loch Fyne and beyond!

Louise and I embarked on our adventure to explore our heritage with a great train ride to Glasgow on Virgin Trains service-fast and comfortable with plenty of distractions along the way.Lovely scenery to gaze at  as you  through the window,the verdant green fields of England comes alive as you progress up the centre of the island and see the copses, fields and crops flash past until you notice a change in landscape and you are entering the higher terrain of the Lakes District with its distinctive skyline and change in housing.We cross the border and the cottages and farms become more familiar and we anticipate our arrival into Glasgow.
Glasgow is a mix of grand buildings reminiscent of an era of prosperity following the tobacco trade,slavery and commercial success but it has a dark side too with much social housing of a poor standard and poor health outcomes for many of its citizens.Kersal   works in the city and deals with the aftermath of some of the social problems arising from alcohol and drug use.
 We were more focused on the elegant side of the city and we had a small walk to our hotel close by the railway station with time to explore the inner city and find a cafe Lou knew of. We dined at a Russian restaurant which served the most delicious mushroom St Petersberg blietses, so good we went back for more when we returned on Sunday. The ambiance was inviting and a lovely atmosphere too so maybe St Petersberg is a place to go on my next visit.
After a good nights sleep we headed out to the airport to pick up our rental car which Lou drove brilliantly out of town and off to the adventure-finding our castle!
We stopped in Luss, an historic township on the banks of Loch Ben Lomond for brunch.

It is a gem full of ,little stone cottages with lovely cottage gardens and heaps of  atmosphere. Our luck was with us as just by chance it was the day of the Luss Highland Games so we decided to join in and soak up the atmosphere-along with all the locals.It was just like our A and P show days but the accents were real and the swirl of the bagpipes and Scottish country dancing seemed to take on another dimension.

We watched the caber throwing and  tossing the sheaf   but had to move on before the tug of war and pillow throwing events-full of men in kilts and lasses supporting!

We wandered around the town looking at the loch and admiring the lovely cottages  before we went to an art exhibition and watched a man painting in wax with an iron! He was very interesting to talk to and he gave us an example of his art.
We finally set off for Loch Fyne just as the weather deteriorated and storm clouds began to gather-what would the highlands look like without a cloud or two!
We drove up towards Oban but turned off towards the Cowell Peninsula and crossed a pass called  'Rest and be Thankful' before we drove down to sea level and had our first sight of Loch Fyne (home of oysters and whiskey, how appropriate is that for a southern women). Love the names around here.
We arrived at Cairndow, a little village at the head of Loch Fyne later in the afternoon and found our hotel,a whitewashed stone building overlooking the loch known as Stage Coach Inn. A pretty setting and an outdoor space for drinks beside the water- today the weather had other ideas!
After unpacking we headed off to explore the local  area.Today we decided to drive to Inveraray on the opposite side of the loch and a charming town,typical of the highland area. This was the stamping ground of our ancestors so I was eagerly anticipating what was ahead of us .Lou had been here before and knew the  area well. The George,a pub in Inveraray is her all time  favourite -well for now so we had a visit there once the weather unleashed its bad mood upon us. Perfect place as it had low ceilings and stone flagged floors with big fires all designed to keep you snug and warm in wintery blasts.We had explored the town and enjoyed the old stone architecture-quintessential heritage buildings based around the shore of the loch and very much a tourist destination. We visited the cashmere factory and bought a memento each -I have had lots of wear  from mine since arriving home.

Inveraray is the ancestral home of our enemies as it turned out.The Clan Campbell  reside here and live in the majestic castle dominating the township-we did intend a visit but ran out of time and weather. Legend has it that they were not all murderous neighbours, apparently some tried to warn the McLaughlan clan on the other side of the loch of their raid but the end result was they succeeded in murdering their enemy and ransacking the castle.Today it is still in ruins.
That night I dined on sea bass and listened to live music into the early hours of the morning.They know how to have a good night out in these parts.