DEAR SPOOK, The relentless rain was simply a nasty negative thought in my head. It was a beautiful day in the forest. Great light and some warmth!! Gavin only worked in the Wanaka pie shop for about 3.5 weeks, but with the night shift, it probably seemed like 6 months. He watched the Ironman that July in 35 degrees of heat. That shows how varied Wanaka's weather can be as it was pretty cold and dreich when we watched it at the same time of year.
Your son smells that awful damp earthy way that was a permanent feature before we left. He never ever smelt of that in Wanaka, though I'm not kidding myself that he smelt sweet. I found him at the table doing his French homework when I came home yesterday. Meg was upstairs trying to catch up on some Chemistry, which she says is probably not going to be the subject for her. She is way behind and it is very mathematical. She was quite philosophical about it. The house still seems reasonably warm without heating on and fresh snow on the hills. Stark contrast to a regular Kiwi house!
I go to bed with Peter Kerr everynight and read about his family's departure from Mallorca after 3 years and their return to Scotland. I cried when they drove away from Mallorca!! It really is a comfort to read, when I can't talk to you. Your story will be called Pinot Noir to Plonk. Peter's story is Paella to Porridge. The Turners are missing their wee ginger friend, and will be looking for you as a poor stand-in. All they have left is a stuffed Celtic T-shirt, fashioned into a cushion. It sits in their house like a monument to Finn.
I am going to be a poor stand in for YOU now as I need to go and find oil drums to make into braziers for Relentless. Your old ones have perished. There are 300 people coming to ride round the forest all night. The weather forecast is..............well, not great, but with Frazer lighting candles, burning incense and chanting gobildy gook in between mobile phone calls, I feel optimistic.
No phone, mobile or internet.
xxx
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