This is a blessed spot, spoilt only by the people, in the central North Island of NZ.
|A very bad last week of July. Earlier this year our dog Lexi was diagnosed with bone cancer in her right shoulder. After 6 months she had deteriorated markedly and in spite of painkillers etc it was the end of the road. For 7 years she came everywhere with me in our van on delivery runs and other chores; I feel her absence with deep sadness. Then an old friend of mine by the name of Ian Tasker died. He was 86 and like a second father to me. So here we are in August - the last month of winter - and I can only hope things improve.|