The Bull on the Hill

A back and front view of the Bull on the Hill, I passed on my morning walk. Every time I see it the Beatles track "Fool on the Hill" goes through my head.

Some misty morning views not of my garden. Don't the sheep look so peaceful, not a lamb chop on their minds.

An autumn Havelock North view. And the view down my street.

I have had company on my morning walks for the last two days. Pamela one of my friends from Uni has just moved over to Wellington. She came up with her family for the weekend. It was brill to see her again and to hear scottish voices. This pic is off the view from the hills behind Havelock over Hastings.

Autumn in Havelock.

Some more of those Havelock morning views. It was so clear the mountains seemed so close.

Remember that hint of Autumn in the air that I mentioned earlier. The leaves are starting to turn on these maples. I suspect that it is the lack of water not the on set of Autumn.

I love the walk up into the hills at the top of our road. The sound of Tuis, Pukeko and the number eight fence wire singing in the wind. But it is going to change.







20 - 30 plots have been sold off. The building platforms for the houses are being dug out. Even though I hate to see it happening, if I had the chance I would love to live up there among the stunning views.

A few views from this mornings walk to the top of our road and into the hills.

I loved the colour of the grass today. It is still very very dry. But there was an Autumn feel in the air, and the grass had a tinge of red in the gold.

The view down through Tanner Street reserve, over Havelock to the Ranges beyond. Unfortunatly my camera did not do the view justice. You can see Ruapehu in the distance. One day I will have a camera that will be able to capture what I can see.

Some misty morning views.

Some more Havelock North views.

Somewhere among those trees is our house!

More views from Sunday mornings walk.

Views from a walk through Tainui reserve in Havelock North.

A couple of views from my walk this morning. Although it is only the begining of summer the hills are already turning brown they are so dry.

A couple of views from my morning walk. Can you spot Te Mata the sleeping giant in the second view. Te Mata was a giant that wanted to marry a Maori chief's daughter. Before she would agree to marry him, she asked him to eat his way through the mountain. In his rush he bit off to much, choked and fell down dead.

A beautiful flower taken at Kierunga.

The views from the end of our street

Unfortunately we live at the bottom of the street without the view.