It’s not always monarchs, lords and ladies and those who come from a high nobility that get places named after them. To prove this point, David Bethune is a good example. David Bethune started as a butcher in Edinburgh during the 1860’s before he emigrated to Otago with his family in 1862. Once living near Dunedin, and in between twice being declared bankrupt, he ran a timber business and slaughter yard in North East Valley. In his later years he developed a drinking problem before dying in 1903 at a boarding house in Dunedin. These days, his name lives on as the property where his timber yard once stood has now been turned into a 86 hectare reserve known as Bethunes Gully. Check out my daily blog from a small city. https://fromasmallcity.nz/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
This was a wee scene I spotted one morning while passing through Waitati. The sun was about to rise above the horizon and at the same time the pre-sunrise light was making all sorts of fun silhouettes on the shore of the bay. Check out my daily blog from a small city. https://fromasmallcity.nz/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
Now isn’t this what every garden needs, an oversized big red chair at the end of a forest path. If that doesn’t set the imagination alight, nothing will! Check out my daily blog from a small city. https://fromasmallcity.nz/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
