Sunday, December 4, 2016

Barns on the Far Side

While I was in Taranaki, one day my daughter kindly offered me her car to go adventuring.  I'd told her I wanted to go to the other side of Mt Taranaki, to the coast side, to Stent Road to visit a garden I'd read about.  

Stent Road beach is one of New Zealand's top surfing spots, so I thought I might also get some nice beach photos.  I'd heard it can get really crowded.   The crowds were definitely missing mid week in November and I found the beach a big disappointment.  Admittedly the tide was out but I couldn't imagine the walk from the surf to the land over those rocks.


The best part was the driftwood.  Maybe there's something I don't know.


My luck was out when it came to the garden, too.  I should have made more enquiries and made a phone call before trekking out to the end of Stent Road.  


I know the garden would not have disappointed.  It's right beside the beach, extremely exposed to the west coast weather.  The road appears to go right through the property as the sea front opposite the house is also grassed and gardened by the owners.  How they maintain such a lush garden on that wild and windy salt laden site is beyond me.


Looking at my photos now I think I should have knocked louder or wandered around and called out before deciding no-one was home.  Now I notice there is a window open.  



Of course, I stopped often that day to take photos of the mountain and sheds.  It's a bonus for me when I can get both in the same photo.


 I found this one quite attractive with its multi coloured patches.



I had a lovely day, wandering up side roads when the mood took me and taking a long way home around the southern side of the mountain, a happy accident as I thought it was going to be a shorter route.


Linking to the Barn Collective.

Friday, December 2, 2016

First fences

As a tribute to Margaret at looking for identity,  who is the new hostess for Good Fences, I've found a few photos of European fences.  

 At a railway station somewhere between Inverness in Scotland and Bath, in England.

 
No fence could contain the glory of the beaches in the Outer Hebrides in Scotland

Irish fence
 
I'm afraid fences were the last thing on my mind when in mainland Europe, my head was turned by so many wondrous sights.  The fences here near Hagia Sophia or the Blue Mosque, as it is popularly known, were purely accidental.





Sunday, November 27, 2016

Inglewood barns

I've just returned from 10 days in Taranaki.  My daughter took me to an old barn, just off the main road, very close to the small town of Inglewood.  Don't know how I've not noticed it before as it's on a road I've travelled often to visit her friend, Donna and the magical Stanleigh Garden.


The first photo I took with my phone but I returned a few days later with the camera.  Not that it made much difference. 


No matter what angle I tried I couldn't capture it satisfactorily.  


So I resorted to trying on the little old barn over the road.


And the couple in the paddock up the road.  The spot in the sky above the right hand barn is a duck.  If you look closely you will see a few more in the paddock with the cows.


Linking to Tom, the Back Roads Traveller and his Barn Collective.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Stockyards fences


 A couple of paddock fences and a few more stockyard fences

A fence too far for this lamb

Monday, November 21, 2016

Shearing shed

I thought I could see pens inside this old shed and that makes me think this was once a shearing shed.  I can't imagine that there was a natural "flow" for the sheep to enter the shed, unless there is a nice upward natural stock flow on the far side.



Friday, November 18, 2016

Bike park fences

Todays fences were all found at the Bell Block Children's Bike Park.  It is built on either side of the entrance way to the cycle park, with a replica of a town on the right and a learning pad, obstacle course and pump track on the left.

The town includes almost everything you would expect to find while riding the streets, including traffic lights, a roundabout, railway crossing, disabled car parks, pedestrian crossing and speed bumps, all scaled down to 60 per cent of the original size.

Stopped at the lights

  The learning pad

And, of course, when the little people decide they have mastered all the necessary skills they are keen to put them to the test on the big people's track.


Linking to Teresa's Good Fences. 

Monday, November 14, 2016

Hill top view

From the roadside on the top of a hill looking down into a valley. 


Linking to Tom, the Backroad Traveller and his Barn Collective.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Back country fences

I'm lucky to have several 'long way home' routes.   I took one of these last week end.  These photos were taken in the hills at the back of the farm.  






Linking to Teresa's Good Fences.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Half round barns

With our stock grazing outdoors all year round, we don't have any call for large stock or grain barns.   I think this photo tells the story of why so many barns have fallen into disrepair.  The large plastic wrapped bales of hay don't require the same weather protection that the old fashioned much smaller bales did. 


Other than the old and falling down sheds I see, the majority of the barns around here are half round barns.  I don't think I'd ever seen one until I came to NZ years ago but they are a common sight around New Zealand’s rural landscape.   The half round barns are commonly used for implement and hay storage but are now often being utilised for calf rearing.  They are made from welded mild steel frames with treated timber purlins. 




Linking to The Barn Collective with Tom,The Backroads Traveller.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Roadside fences

I'd stopped to take a photo of something else but these guys distracted me as they came to the roadside fence to check out what I was up to.


Another roadside fence dwarfed by the gum trees.  Love those gum trees.


Linking to Teresa's Good Fences.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Seeking the mojo

In an effort to rediscover my elusive blogging mojo, I've decided to accept the invitation of Tom, The Backroads Traveller and join The Barn Collective.  Thanks, Tom.  I like old sheds and barns and looking for ones I haven't yet photographed will at least get me looking around me with some interest again.

I've been suffering from mojo depletion which has left me with a very unusual lack of interest in my camera or blogging.  My mojo cup has been down to the dregs and I'm determined to refill it one way or another.  It would appeal to my sense of the ridiculous if a few old sheds did the trick. 


I'm starting with the two old sheds I see whenever I go down the road.  Although, to be honest, I haven't been looking with much interest lately.  I have a feeling this next one which stands on a hill, quite some distance from the road, may have fallen into greater misrepair since I took this shot.  I will stop and have a good look next time I go out.

                

Friday, October 28, 2016

Detour fences

It just took a little detour on my way home to find this old unused cowshed with it's rusting fences.


And nearby weathered stockyards.


Linking to Teresa's Good Fences.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Lonely Planet's Taranaki

In reasonably resent times the joke was that most travellers who reached Taranaki had taken the wrong turn.  That has been changing and will change in a big way now that Lonely Planet has decreed it the second best region in the world to visit.  

Thanks to my daughter's decision to make Taranaki her home I've enjoyed more than my share of the Taranaki sights.  My hope is that such recognition will not spoil the natural feel of the region and bring commercialism. 


There's much more to Taranaki than the parts of it I love so much in my not so active years. For me, it's all about the mountain, lakes and the beaches. 

a beach and the mountain

I'll be back down there in a couple of weeks and the mission this time is to get a mountain reflected in a lake shot.  And, weather and my hips permitting, a Dawson Falls short walk.  There is also a garden, right beside a beach that I've read about but not yet found.  

Perhaps I will venture to a driftwood strewn beach:


Or an isolated cove amongst the cliffs:


I know for sure I will make several roadside stops to fire off a shot of the beautiful mountain.


 Provided, of course, the mountain comes out to play.  

Friday, October 21, 2016

French fence

While looking for something else I happened across this week's fence photo.  It's taken looking over the hedge fence from the motel where I was staying in Bayeux, in Normandy, France.  After I'd looked around a bit I discovered the stock yards belonged to a veterinary practice.  They could have been in my back yard they looked so familiar.  


Except here when I look in the other direction I don't see a magnificent cathedral, in this case the Notre Dame Cathedral which was consecrated in 1077 in the presence of William the Conquerer.


It has survived fires, pillaging, the Huguenot rebellions, the French Revolution and even lightning. It sits very close to the coast and the beaches where the Allies landed in June, 1944.  Although it suffered fourteen hits by aerial bombs during the war, it did not collapse, but stood tall in an otherwise flattened city. The twin spires are said to have been used as an easily recognizable navigational landmark by Allied aircraft raiding deeper into Germany in the later years of the war, which may be a reason that the cathedral was not destroyed. 

Linking to Teresa's Good Fences.

Friday, October 14, 2016

The wooly goat

The kind owner of some black ewes and their cute lambs gave us permission to go onto her property to take photos.  But once I got there I had eyes only for the shaggy goat.  He was easily tempted over to the fence for a rub and some freshly pulled grass that Chris found for him.




I don't know if putting his head on this angle helped him to see us better.  Maybe he was just striking a pose.


How he managed to see where he was going is a mystery but he was very sure footed.


Linking to Teresa's Good Fences.