Monthly Archives: June 2012

Frost

Lettuce.

Chard.

Nandina.

On the completely bare fig tree, there is a wee glimmer of new growth, reminding us that spring will come.

 

Only yesterday I said “It does not get more wintry than this.” Well, it does. Minus 3.8 degrees when we woke up this morning – and that was after, shall we say, some hibernation. When I ducked outside, what a wonderland.

I don’t rush out and cover up frost-tender plants (goodbye pink vireya, goodbye Poor Knights Lily that apparently flowers only once in seven years). There are so many plants that are happy in this climate, that only the survivors get to stay.

Country drive

A gorgeous afternoon on the outskirts of Hamilton.

It doesn’t get more mid-winter than this.

Winter shadows.

A week or so of cold, wet weather gives you cabin fever. Suddenly, just when you want to win Lotto and move permanently to somewhere with year-long sunshine, you get a day like today – a wonderful, Waikato winter day. Living on the edge of Hamilton, we are only minutes away from the countryside. We leapt into the van with a camera and enjoyed the sense of freedom that comes with a brief escape from the office on a Friday afternoon.

The Country Providore and Punnet

The Country Providore

Okay, I succumbed – scrumptious meringue and chocolate meringues on one occasion and a glass dome for my bread board on an antique silver base on another occasion. And there’s still more to be tempted by on future visits.

Tucked in behind The Strawberry Farm on the outskirts of Hamilton is The Country Providore. A wee gem with cottage-like charm, the gift shop and deli stocks spray-free seasonal treats like figs, chestnuts and persimmons dropped off by local gardeners as well as specialty meats, fresh vegetables, artisan bread and pasta. The ultimate treat is all-year-round real strawberry icecream. Being open until 6pm weekdays allows shoppers to drop by after work to pick up the essentials for dinner.

The proprietor is Emma McMahon. She developed a business plan for The Country Providore as part of her business degree course. With her parents’ help, she put the plan into action. One year on, her shop is a success story.

Also on the site is her parents’ sophisticated café Punnet. Gorgeously strawberry themed (and no, it’s not cutesy, but contemporary and stylish), Punnet has indoor and sheltered outdoor eating areas. The food is exceptional – and given the size of the crowd (we scored the last available table) we could tell that others think similarly. My open beef sandwich was good, honest food – the most tender serving of beef steak served with a mouth-watering vegetable accompaniment. My lunch-time companion hoovered up his risotto with equal enthusiasm. Last time I was there I had a memorable seasonal salad which included cheese, figs and pears. I’ll be back same time next year for a repeat of that one. Exceptional coffee rounded off a perfect meal. I took home rich and gooey brownie which won the admiration of my evening dinner guests.

An outdoor playground guarantees guests a lunch experience free of distraction from ankle biters. There’s lots of parking and there needs to be. Even in the middle of winter, Punnet and The Country Providore are a popular destination. Just wait until summer when the strawberries ripen!

Borodin 2 with the Trust Waikato Symphony Orchestra

The Trust Waikato Symphony Orchestra.

Bold as brass.
Images uplifed from the TWSO website.

The winter performance of the Trust Waikato Symphony Orchestra (TWSO) is a must-attend. That the orchestra managed to nearly fill the Clarence Street Theatre last night, despite competing with two other major attractions (the All Blacks vs Ireland at the Waikato Stadium and the opening of the musical Oliver) is testament to the following the orchestra has achieved.

Internationally acclaimed conductor Rupert D’Cruze is the orchestra’s musical director, leading a team of around 60 musicians. While some are working towards becoming professional musicians at the Music School at nearby University of Waikato, most work orchestra in around their day jobs. They put on a great show.

Any attempts at reviewing music are likely to reflect more on my lack of discernment than on the standard of performance. My music teacher pleaded with me to stop learning the violin, so my comments do need to be taken in context. Last night’s offering included Tchaikovsky (and the comfort of familiar melodies), Mozart (with a stunning bassoon soloist), Brahms (once again, familiar) and Borodin (who I think may be an acquired taste).

I could have listened all night to Ian Parsons, soloist in Mozart’s Concerto for Bassoon and Orchestra in B flat major, KV 191. His little encore of Summer Time from Porgi and Bess was an appreciated treat (kind of like an amuse bouche, but it came after the main course). Top marks, also, to the brass section for a rousing performance.

Caroline Holmes talks on “Sheer Folly – Garden History”

Caroline Holmes, lecturing on Garden Follies.

I went on line to find images of gardens Caroline spoke about, but was diverted by this topiary in St James Park, London, created for the Tour de France visit to London, July 2007.

A regular pleasure of the Waikato is attending the Decorative and Fine Arts (DFAS) lectures at Southwell School. Lecturers accredited by the UK body NADFAS, give fascinating presentations on all aspects of the arts and any manner of cultural topics.

Last night’s lecturer, Caroline Holmes, came to the topic of garden follies when asked by a photographer to produce the text to accompany his images of garden follies all over the UK for a book. Her lecture last night, accompanied by images of exquisite artworks and massive, enviable gardens, took us from the Garden of Eden to the rather less romantic follies (such as glass pyramids à la the Louvre) of contemporary gardens. The justification for early gardens, she told us, was to glorify God.

Caroline told us about Hampton Court, where the garden was developed by Cardinal Wolsey. When Henry VIII asked him why he established the garden, Cardinal Wolsey – aware that he was rapidly going out of favour – told his king that it was so that he could gift  the garden to him. (I could do with a friend like Cardinal Wolsey.) The original Hampton Court gardens were uncovered in the 1990s and replanted. The yew trees came from cuttings from Hampton Court’s original yew trees.

The Tudor gardens with their elaborate knots especially appealed to me. The knot, which is endless, symbolises God’s perfect and unending love. The rectangular gardens are in green and white striped frames which are supposed to be symbolic of verdant growth and pure love but which, Caroline said, reminded her of road works! I happened upon the Tudor Garden under construction at Hamilton Gardens recently and look forward to taking my blog readers to see the completed garden, perhaps in spring.

Iggy especially liked the work of Capability Brown – rolling pastures, the grass kept clipped short by sheep, and stunning specimen trees beautifully placed. I was rather taken by the comment of one garden designer who said that “any garden, no matter how small, should have at least five acres of woodland”.

My imagination was captured by the story of Rev. David Edwards who married a “rather stout” wealthy woman for her money. At Stancombe Park in the Cotswolds, he established a garden of archways, pergolas and passages, all so narrow that his wife could not fit through. He would make his way through these to meet his gypsy lover for trysts in the folly (“one large bedroom” said Caroline) overlooking a lake.

An example of a contemporary folly was one constructed entirely of used wine bottles – “the ultimate tribute to Bacchus,” we were told.

I asked Caroline, if I could fit in a visit to only one garden in England, where would I go. Her recommendations were almost limitless. Of course, Sissinghurst is a must. Having ascertained that it was not to get ideas on which we could model our own little backyard, but to indulge romantic fantasy, she did recommend Houghton Hall. It’s on my bucket list!

A4K Skyhawk nostalgia

Dave Brown, after his outstanding aerobatics display in a Harvard, debriefing with Iggy.

Stew Boys, a model kitted out in Stew Boys flying gear, and Iggy stand alongside Skyhawk 01.

Guests included former RNZAF Skyhawk pilot Graeme Dobson, his wife Jude, and their family (seated across back row) and Les Munro, New Zealand’s only surviving Dambuster pilot. Local Member of Parliament Simon Bridges also supported the project. He is seated second from the right in this image.

Classic Flyers Museum offers aviation experiences for all age groups.

 

Classic Flyers Museum at Tauranga Airport recently became home to ex-RNZAF Skyhawk NZ6201. We were privileged to be invited to the unveiling. Aviation enthusiasts raised $34,000 to pay for the transportation of the aircraft from Woodbourne to the museum. Hours of volunteer time went into preparing the 43 year-old aircraft for display, with Air Cdre (Rtd) Stew Boys providing the all-important technical information in addition to manual labour.

The occasion opened with a spectacular aerobatic display in a Harvard by former Skyhawk pilot Dave Brown, who showed he had lost none of his youthful  flair.

My highlight was hearing former RNZAF Skyhawk pilots, including my very own Iggy, share their own experiences of flying the aircraft. Iggy spoke of his nostalgic final flight in Skyhawk 01 in December 1973, on a dusk strike to Volkner air weapons range adjacent to White Island (not far from Tauranga). The weapons sortie included bombing under the light of a flare dropped from another Skyhawk. The fading light seemed fitting.

Prior to the unveiling, we refuelled at the museum’s AvGas Café and Bar. We were served a most generous B.L.A.T. – fresh focaccia, which included the crispiest bacon, the freshest lettuce and copious quantities of perfectly ripened avocado (locally grown, no doubt). The café was packed. A friendly and efficient team of paid staff and volunteers kept the food and coffees coming out, with never a lapse in the quality of the fare or the standard of service.

A note for one of my blog followers who particularly likes French toast – I have a feeling that the French toast, bacon and banana stack at the AvGas Café and Bar may well rival the French toast you enjoyed so much at The Shack in Raglan – and I know who would be intrigued by the vintage model collection hanging overhead.

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Raglan ragtime

A great range of flooring options in what was previously Tony Sly’s pottery studio.

A vibrant atmosphere and hot food on a chilly winter’s day at The Shack in Raglan. Note the surfboard on the wall – Raglan is famous for its long peeling left hand break at nearby Manu Bay – said to offer one of the longest rides in the world.

The iconic Raglan pub – memories of sitting with a cold drink among a friendly crowd on a hot summer’s day.

Helen Goldsworthy of Goldsworthy Financial Solutions and I needed little encouragement to give the little Corolla a burl out to Raglan yesterday. It was one of those clear and sunny Waikato days where the lure of the west coast becomes irresistible.

The prime purpose of the visit was to see the showroom of BNI member Andy Harlow of Raglan Flooring Xtra. He has converted the shop formerly owned by Raglan potter Tony Sly into a smart, compact and enticing flooring showroom. Andy’s proud history as a flooring expert includes being responsible for the flooring of London’s Tate Modern Gallery.

Corn fritters and bacon for Helen and roasted potatoes with poached egg, spinach and chorizo for me at The Shack were welcome warmers against a chilly breeze. The Shack is a vibrant venue for locals and visitors who throng Raglan cafés even in the winter.

Raglan shops have a funky charm. I resisted buying a present for Ana – a pink, white and grey knitted hat whose crown resembled a sheep. The brown, olive green and orange handmade leather boots would have been perfect for Rafa. They had to stay in the shop too. When I heard one of the Putumayo CDs “Jazz Around the World” all resolutions crumbled. The CD will provide just the right ambience when friends come by for dinner tonight.

Pauanui perfection

After a long sleep in (it was so quiet we didn’t realise how late it was) we opened the curtains to this stunning view.

It is a treat for us to be invited to spend a weekend with friends at their holiday home in Pauanui. Time with Shirley and Warwick always runs out long before the topics of conversation. In the evenings the fire is lit, and we play card games or board games. This time it was Cranium, a game I find fun especially because of the hugely varied level of difficulty of the challenges and the interesting range of activities and knowledge required.

The sun shone long enough for us to drive around and admire (read that as envy) the mansions along the Pauanui Waterways and to take the board walk through the mangrove swamp. A confident little fantail flirted with us as we walked. The Maori name for fantail is piwakawaka. Iggy tells me the RNZAF Sioux helicopter replacement project was named Operation Piwakawaka. (Iggy has a remarkable skill at bringing any topic around to an aviation theme.) Likening a Sioux helicopter to a piwakawaka is imaginative. The helicopter flits around like a fantail and its sound “waka-waka” is just like the sound of the fantail’s Maori name.

Spot the piwakawaka with his tail up in the air.

The boardwalk through the mangroves at high tide.

Pauanui Waterways – for those with designer tastes and incomes to match.

Iggy would prefer to live by the grass runway (with somewhere to park a light aircraft nearby).

The ultimate in ride-on lawnmowers

Iggy gets the chequered flag in his final at Full Throttle Karts.

Competitive Craig of Apex Builders careers into the lead.

With Hamilton-based BNI (Business Network International) chapters about to take each other on in a go karting challenge at the end of the month, it was imperative that my chapter, Northern Lights, got in some early training at Full Throttle Karts in Nawton.

It was great to see Aerostandards Ltd‘s Iggy apply all his low-level Air Force jet pilot tactics to a fierce fight-out with Dale of Color Code Signs. Iggy might have expected to do well (about the third fastest lap in the contest, he thinks) as he had the noisiest and most enthusiastic cheerleader (me). Iggy thoroughly enjoyed the bump and thrust of tearing around a track in what could be described as a ride-on lawnmower on steroids – a great night out for competitive spirits with a lust for speed.

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Book – and cafe – club

Fiction, non-fiction and food kept four of us bubbling with converation until late at our book club last night.

Judy recommended Edward Rutherfurd’s books – “Ireland Awakening”, “The Forest”, “London” (also enjoyed by Ailsa for its details of social history), “Russka”, “Sarum”, “Dublin” and “New York”.

“I’ve devoured them all – usually on long plane trips,” she said.

“Ireland Awakening” runs from the 1600s to the present day and offers historical insights that were not offered to us as school students. Judy was not proud of one of her relatives, Yelverton, the Lord Chief Justice, which led us to discussing the problems of assessing his behaviour in the light of today’s values. Would we have behaved any differently if we had lived in those times?

Judy describes Rutherfurd’s books as being incredibly well researched, taking history beyond timelines into the social and religious beliefs of the places he writes about and the political consequences of those beliefs.

Ailsa went online to the local library to order Emily Perkins’ new book – which commentators are predicting to be the next Man Booker prize winner (“though the long list is not out yet, says Ailsa, let alone the short list). She has found the book easy to read so far, but finds the chronologically jumping around a little disconcerting.

Mary brought along Joan Didion’s “The Year of Magical Thinking”, following up on one of Joan Didion’s previous titles which we read as a book club, “Blue Nights”. Both titles deal with grief and loss, one with the death of a husband and the other with the death of a daughter. Mary found “The Year of Magical Thinking” self-indulgent – a view we shared about “Blue Nights”.

My hairdresser recommended Malcolm Gladwell’s “Outliers” to me, and I am looking forward to reading it. Judy and her husband enjoyed reading my copy of “Outliers” so much they have bought their own copy – as a strong recommendation as a book is likely to receive. Judy says the book indicates that fame and success frequently come to people because of chance factors beyond their personal control – effectively, their stars were in alignment. Judy describes the book as “highly readable”.

Judy lent me Gladwell’s “The Tipping Point”. It is an easy and thought-provoking read which deconstructs the ways critical mass is achieved – useful for a professional communicator to have new insights into how to make an idea persuasive. I feel the need to own this book, too – must look out on Trade Me.

I read Mary’s copy of Anne Tyler’s “The Beginner’s Goodbye” – another with a grief and loss theme. Mary and I agreed it was insightful and not self indulgent. I love Anne Tyler’s characters – not heroes or villains, but ordinary mortals with ordinary human foibles. I better not say too much, as “The Beginner’s Goodbye” is our set book for a later meeting.

Continuing on my Jeffrey Eugenides exploration, I read his first novel, “The Virgin Suicides”. Iggy read it first and nodded in agreement when, about a third of the way through, I sighed “This is boring.” The book did pick up from there. Eugenides steps boldly into taboo territory, dealing candidly with the challenges of being young and female, of being young and male, and with living in a home with an overly restrictive mother. It’s a grotty book – and perhaps a gritty book. Not a good choice if you need cheering up!

Members of one book club I belonged to would talk frequently about what country you should visit. We strayed into less expensive territory, comparing notes on what café you should visit – great coffee at The French Tart by the Fairfield Bridge (Judy), a long, leisurely and luscious lunch at Woodside Café (Judy), stunning Sunday lunch at Zinc (Ailsa) and I highly recommend the home-cooked food at Mavis and Co, next to the Deloittes Building in Hamilton East.

We would love to know

a) a couple of hot favourite titles from your book club and

b) your favourite Hamilton cafe – and why you like it.

Ailsa and Mary.