I drove three hours north and my three younger siblings drove south for two. They had come from the middle east and the north island and the garden city.
The sun shone. We lunched by the Waihi River.
It couldn’t have been nicer. C laid out the lunch; B gathered firewood; K produced goats’ cheese and fudge; I poured the tea. C had thought to bring a knife. B had thought to bring a proper (not an iphone) camera.
K had thought to bring walking shoes. I had thought to bring sunscreen, which we all applied since none of us had thought to bring a hat. We walked upriver, gazing at the blue hills â€” past the 1000 sheep and the 500,000 bees, under the trees, over the poop, past the one sheep stung on the nose by one bee and running in circles, through the gully and back â€” thinking all along, how wonderful to set up camp here till the end of summer.
But we didn’t.
We said goodbye. Until next time.