I’ve been waiting for the end of the month when the salmon return. Yesterday however, I decided to go earlier to the lower end of Hoy Creek where salmon spawn because I hadn’t walked there in months. Continue reading Early chum arrivals
This seaside-fishing village was where I first thought to stay, away from busy Dublin. I wandered along the pebbly beach after my long hike, arriving at the marina where fishing boats idled in the warmth of the summer sun. Continue reading The fishing village of Howth
I took a ferry from Liverpool to Dublin. On my arrival, a woman approached at the ferry terminal promoting her B&B, sort of near where I hoped to stay. As I hadn’t booked anywhere for the entire Irish trip, I stayed with this friendly couple half way between Dublin and Howth. Continue reading Howth trail, Ireland
After Wai-O-Tapu, I travelled to Waimangu Volcanic Valley, fourteen kilometres south of Rotorua. I walked four kilometres to the jetty, down the slope past volcanic craters which blew out over a century earlier.
Passing toetoe grass, tea trees and black fern trees along with hot stream, fumes rose like mist, from obscure cracks in the path, from lakes and pools. The crater-lake reflected sparkling ripples before swallowed by another rush of steam. Continue reading Hiking Waimangu’s Volcanic Valley
A month back I wrote about a cormorant with fishing line twisted around its leg. I’d called a local wild life rescue association and last week, I spotted the cormorant. Now the bird has a missing leg. Continue reading Encounter with birds
After arriving in Auckland, I ferried to Rangitoto Island Reserve across the bay. The deep green sea stretched around the island as I followed a path that wound passed oyster beds flourishing on lava rocks thrust from the volcanic cone six hundred years earlier. Climbing over jagged outcrops that covered the entire island, a bellbird called. Continue reading The lava island of Rangitoto