A fence at the Landing

A couple of shots taken at Kaipara Landing at Parakai last Friday when I needed to interrupt my journey to Auckland to take a nap. 

 I am linking to Good Fences. 

A slight detour

Can you not sleep well and not know it?  I've always been blessed with the ability to sleep soundly.  It's a rare day, indeed, that I feel tired in the morning.  But that's what happened on Friday.  I was driving to my stretching session (to exercise  my aging body in a battle to overcome the lack of flexibility I have been feeling and increase the range of motion in my arthritic joints).  After driving for about 20 minutes I felt tired.  Strange, I thought, but the exercise will liven me up before I hit the road to drive to Auckland. 

That worked - to a certain extent.  I was fine for a couple of hours and then the tiredness hit me again.  I decided to take a different route thinking the change of scenery and a different road would keep me alert.   And that worked for a while, too.  This time when I felt sleepy I though food.  I need food.  So I stopped in Helensville for lunch.  Nope, I was still tired.  

At last a sensible voice found its way into my head.  Not that the other ideas weren't good.  Just not the right ones.  Sleep, this one said.  That's what I needed.  Next problem - where?  Somewhere quiet but safe.  

I turned off the road to Auckland at the roundabout just out of town and drove to Parakai where the Kaipara Landing called me.  Perfect.  A few vehicles of fishermen were parked there so I pulled in amongst them, wound down the windows a little to catch the river breeze, locked the doors, tilted my seat back a bit - and promptly fell asleep. 

 I slept the sleep of the innocent (shhh!) - for half an hour and woke up refreshed.  I had a little stroll around the landing enjoying the fresh air before hitting the road again.   

Heading back to the highway I noticed a little church I hadn't seen when I went past the first time.  Can you read the sign on the right of the front door?  Acupuncture.  They don't rely on miracles in Parakai.

I considered going back to Helensville to find an old wharf I'd photographed years ago but thought I'd best carry on in case the tiredness overcame me again.  It didn't.