There are times after heavy rain in the mountains or a storm at sea when there is a lot of drift wood on the beach. Last weekend was one of those times – the mouth of the stream, with its patient whitebaiters in attendance, had changed yet again, and the beach had rich pickings of beach treasure. Never go to the beach without a bag for collecting treasure – or a camera. If my son hadn’t had his iPhone . . . .
Adam started to poke sticks into a receptive piece of wood and before we knew it . . . there was a line of wonderfully weird, balancing sculptures installed along the high tide mark creating interesting shadows.
We built a boat to journey to faraway lands just as we had done in childhood . . . 
surrounded ourselves with a palisade of sticks . . . 
and ended the afternoon completely tuckered out but still not wanting to go home.
All of this was free . . . all of this was priceless.
late start studio
Much better to start late than never to begin al all.
Really appreciated the value you place on this time well spent. I’m in Hamilton about to meet Sue for breakfast lol
Donna Gemaries
Oh, what fun . . . next year.
i think you need job where you can work from home and go to the beach Whenever you wish ……….
And I agree . . .
creating beautiful memories
Absolutely, Leah. And I see you’ve jumped in to the blogging world, that’s terrific!
Ah….heaven. Thanks for sharing your lovely day.
And thanks for visiting and leaving a comment – one of the lovely things that happens when a comment is left is that I get to discover blogs that are new to me.
Wow! I didn’t know it looked like that in northern New Zealand! Beautiful! (I’m from BC, Canada, same as Violette)
Hi Kathie. Whatever landscape you can think of, we have a little of it! When I was in Eastern BC, there were part that were just like NZ . . . just a whole lot bigger!