Making Tracks

Making tracks: a slang term from the early 1800s which means to move or leave in a hurry. The term apparently alludes to the footprints left when running (Source).


A few weeks ago when we celebrated The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2's seventeenth birthday (hard to believe, I know!), while the girls hung out together, the guys (DH, Sons#1 and #4, a brother of one of the guests, and the Most Charming Grandson#3) decided to go for a walk out the back of the farm.

While the older males saw only a deer and a hare, The Most Charming Grandson#3 apparently saw a camel, a lion and a tiger. Despite multiple tellings of the story, his version never changed.

This past weekend family again gathered to celebrate a significant birthday. This time for Son#2. Even though all the family couldn't make it, for those who did, such times are always special. But in this cold weather, it wasn't too long before everyone had a touch of cabin fever, and a walk was suggested. DH and I had discovered a walk a few months ago where dogs were allowed and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test it out.





Imagine our surprise - and The Most Charming Grandson#3's delight - when we discovered a camel, a tiger, and a lion!





As well as the wild animals, apparently there were also some less-than-savoury characters roaming the tracks ...


Today, our house empty (because family have all gone home), and cold (since we didn't even manage to get into the double figures temperature-wise), DH and I decided to do another walk. We chose one not too far away, and one that was neither too long nor too arduous.

We were greeted with an incredible sight of Taranaki Maunga [Mount Taranaki] at the lookout in all its [morning] glory. From our vantage point, it appeared to have a white covering - and it certainly felt as if some place somewhere had received a good overnight dumping of snow.

The walk itself was pleasant, and we saw a variety of waterfowl, and met some lovely people on the track. Apparently, as well as walking and biking tracks, perch and brown trout are plentiful in the reservoir which piqued DH's interest (I suspect he's thinking of future picnics with grandchildren).

As for me, I simply enjoyed the tranquility and being able to get out and move.













And the best part? Home again, fire roaring, and knowing that living in such a beautiful country is just one of many, many blessings the Lord has bestowed on us.

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