“Fancy a trip to Jersey?” asked Kat. “If so, can you make the booking?”
I spent a happy half hour browsing flights and hotels before stumbling on a Eureka moment: there’s a Hotel Ommaroo in St Helier! Look no further - that’s where we’re going for the weekend. Read More
I may have mentioned that I know nowt about geology. However, my brother-in-law, Andrew Coleman, is an actual geologist and has very kindly written this brief introduction to the wonders of Waitaki’s geology. Read More
People love climbing and clambering over rocks – not to mention a good photo opportunity. ‘Have you been to Elephant Rocks?’ Mike asks. I have. ‘Moeraki boulders?’ Yep.
It seems I’m a geotourist. Read More
On the evening of 30th September 1918, the mayor, Mr Robert Milligan, presided over a small ceremony at the power house in Chelmer Street. After the inevitable speeches, Mrs Mitchell turned the tap, allowing water to enter the Pelton wheel casing. A few moments later, the master switch was thrown and electricity circulated round Oamaru for the first time. Read More
The near-replica Pelton wheel has been taken apart, sand blasted and coated, piece by piece. A few of the smaller components are in Bruce's workshop, still in their grey primer, waiting for the gloss coat which will finish them off beautifully. This will be Bruce’s masterpiece. Read More
'You must ask Prince Charles to perform the official opening,' I said. Dot had told me before how she met the Prince on a trip to England and had told him about the castle. 'Seriously - write to him and ask. I'm sure he'd be interested!' Read More
I finally have a copy of the book in my hands. I called in to see Toni Hayman, Operations Manager at Publishers Distribution when I was in Auckland, and she kindly handed over my very own copy.
I opened it at random and found a typo. Read More
The founding fathers believed Oamaru had unlimited potential, and boy did they put someone else's money where their mouths were. Read More
I breathed in the heady aroma of penguin shit, which reminded me of chicken sheds back home. One of the simple pleasures of life. Read More