Today we went to a river deep between steep back country hills.A place known to only a handful of people. The day was not sunny and there was no wind down between the steep sides of the river valley. Totally quiet but for birds and insects and the occasional mullet jumping out of the water and falling back with a gentle splosh.This is rural New Zealand as no tourist will ever see it. A place to be yourself, not care about the outside world.Time for children and puppies, playing in the water, having fun in a simple way. No power, TV, gadgets or phones. Just decoy ducks, old vehicles and old boats.
We fell to talking about how blessed we were to be there, everything you could possibly need in a sensational setting, you could not put a monetary value on it. To have a place where you truly can be yourself with none of the nonsense rules imposed by people who will never get the chance to experience this way of life.
Its only a bach, a place to spend a weekend.Most of the time its just another part of the farm, uninhabited until its time for a celebration.I think that the fact that no one actually lives here is what makes it so calm. Nature has a chance to re-balance after a weekend invasion of humans.
Good for the soul don’t you think?