Home again from a few days in Timaru, it was pretty chilly up there. Apparently we (New Zealand) have just had the coldest December for sixty years while England has had the warmest December on record. Funny enough, the average temps are about the same. That’s lovely for them being wintertime, but shite for us - 12 degrees is just not summer weather!
No wonder we sunburn so often here; when the sun does finally show, we just don’t know what to do with it. I have had two swims this summer, one in a heated pool and one in a freezing dam that I had to share with an eel. Not good. No more bikini days in sight either, according to the forecast; far too many goose bumps to even contemplate it.
Seán and I went for a lovely run one morning in Timaru. It’s always nice to run in a different place not quite knowing what is around the next corner or how far the run will actually turn out to be. The terrain is far gentler than Dunedin’s, rolling instead of mountainous, which makes for a more sustained level of exertion. In Dunedin we tend to ‘grunt’ up huge hills only to cruise knee-joltingly down the other side. Of course it was a glorious morning too. A vista of snow-capped mountains in one direction and the sparkling, blue Caroline Bay in the other direction. A sprint up the Piazza steps five times finished the run off, Rocky here we come…
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