When I was younger, we often went to the beach at Taieri Mouth. I remember always asking if we could stop for an ice cream at the shop on the way home. Usually we did, this was then followed by attempts to stop it dripping all over the back seat of the car until we reached Dunedin or a towel was needed. It had been a considerable time since I had last been to the small finishing village and I was keen to see it once more. I remembered there being bush walks to do, a long beach to explore, old fishing boats to gaze at and all the charms that small villages by the sea hold. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
I like wandering around fishing boats, they seem to hold a noble calling that dates back to the romantic age when everyone traveled by sea. This is something I like more in theory than practice as I certainly don’t have sea legs, nor do I have a stomach for fresh fish, so spending any time on a fishing boat holds no appeal at all. However, I can see why others might like it. I guess it’s the aged look fishing boats have that I find interesting, and what stories they could tell. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
As I wandered around the small village of Taieri Mouth, again I found myself taking in a monument to soldiers who lost their lives in war. This one was decoratively made out of stone, stood about waist high, featuring a compass and included the words ‘for those who left and never returned.’ As I read and took in my surroundings, I let my thoughts drift, not settling on anything in particular until my attention was drawn to Moturata Island. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
