St Bathan's is a tiny place down an unsealed road in Central Otago, usually one of the hottest parts of the country. (Speaking of which, Auckland had 100% humidity yesterday.) Formerly a thriving town, St Bathan's was all but deserted after the gold mines ran dry.
February 11th
I went to the strangest house in Dunedin, and this is what happened.
February 11th
Father Willis, renovated in the 1970s by the South Island Organ Company. Lovely thing. (For organists only: no general pistons; Full Organ and Pedal Trombone toe pistons were disconnected because organ scholars kept hitting them by accident, no doubt causing hilarity and suicide.)
February 4th
There were some lovely colours in the sky tonight as I cycled home from the beach.
February 3rd
So let us answer sorrow's cry!
The past is dead: search not its grave
For hidden faults! The remedy
Is ours to seek, to find and save.
February 3rd
As is so often the case, this building was never completed to the original plans. The West facade looks as first intended, but the "temporary" Chancel was replaced permanently only in the 1970s.
February 3rd
Since New Zealand's rail network was scaled back, this lovely station has been sentenced to life as a tourist attraction and de facto bus terminus. I think it stopped meaningful passenger services in the 1980s.
February 2nd
We were lucky enough to have clear conditions again on the flight from Heathrow to LA. Flight NZ1 takes a route that follows the arc of the sun as it sets over Iceland, Greenland and Canada. The effect is ten hours of eery twilight.
January 30th