The Grass is always Greener in the Bottom Paddock: 6 months later

So now we are half way through 2011 and this is my first post for the year. That is a dismal effort, Kerry. I think we are all just going to have to accept that posts will be sporadic at best.

I don't think I have achieved anything of significance in the last 6 months - probably because New Year feels like yesterday.

Marty, on the other hand managed to get himself shot in the stomach. It may not be an achievement as such but it was quite an event! He was incredibly lucky and the bullet (a .22 thankfully, not anything bigger) missed all his organs. He had surgery to remove the bullet and clean the entry wound but is absolutely fine now. He has a few more good scars and the police gave the bullet back...

We did give Brother away to a place called Horse Havan [sic]. The name annoys me but they seem to do good work with the horses. Since giving him away a few months ago he has been rehomed to a young girl who is taking him to Pony Club and apparently there have been no behaviour issues with him... maybe he just didn't like us :(

We went to Awaroa for Easter to paint the house and indulge in the general chaos that the place creates no matter how sane the occupants are. We got most of the painting done but missed half of the front wall due to weather towards the end of our trip. But much fun was had.

We left Wellington on a Wahine-like day much to Mum's dismay. Marty had lied to both of us and said the the swell was meant to be 'mild to moderate' at the time of sailing...

When we arrived we were famished and ate intently by candlelight.....

The next evening after a full day of painting we went and tried out luck at fishing off the spit. No luck with the fish but it was a lovely evening....

Later in the trip Lily, Ollie, Marty and I went to a better spot out by the Awaroa Heads an managed to catch ourselves a scarlett wrasse, a tarakihi and a blue cod which were all yum crumbed with some homemade tartare sauce....