Now the time has arrived to again to tread the nature trails of Palmer Road. (one of the prettiest Road in New Zealand). Time to leave the city with its potential for hustle and bustle. Time to leave the temptations of the malls and the dens of iniquity - the bookshops - time to venture into the bush to wake to the call of the bell bird and the chatter of the creek.

The household is moving inland for a few days so that I can recuperate and recover from a day when nothing has happened. I can go to a place where it is less likely that anything will happen. On my return the world will have changed. Someone would have beaten someone else at rugby.

A politician would have made an embarrassing statement which they will regret. FB would have made another change which no one requested. An Evangelist would have been caught with his pants down and the hand cart to hell would have stopped for a while while waiting for my return.

Now to check the clothes and back pack and see if my boots have been greased and my sleeping bag aired out.

Hi Ho for the wild West wander.