
After the ceremony outside the Civic on Queen Street.
from Joe, Anita, Matthew and Tom









The kindys here are often situated next to a reserve which is the case with Joe's. The children often want to take a detour through it, and yesterday we had a whirlwind tour of the reserve.
The weater is hot, sunny and humid and in the shade are many creatures. Some of them bite!
I don't know what type of flax this is. Actually I'm not sure it is a flax. I havn't found it on the internet where I have only found two types of NZ flax. The flower stalks are at least 3 metres tall. Actually it looks more like a succulent.
Being buried is one of the things Joe loves to do on the beach. Here he is on the beach at Matapouri Bay, one of the biggest beaches in the Whangarei area, which boasts about 100 beaches.


This is the nearest beach, opposite Ngunguru school and facing the sandbar on the river mouth.
One of the strange things about Christmas in New Zealand is that all the symbols of the traditional Christmas from winter in the Northern hemisphere survive as strongly as they do in the old country. Santa Claus wrapped up with boots, hat and thick overcoat, the reindeer, sleigh, holly, mistletoe, everything. Being in the Southern hemisphere, as we are, there is no snow here, and it is mid summer, so we are wearing shorts, bikinis (Anita that is, not me) and the like.









