It won’t take long….

Well here we are nearly 6 months down the track and we are still waiting for confirmation on our house sale. We have a contract on our current place and a contract on the property we want to buy, but everything takes time. I am NOT a patient person and when we listed our house we assured ourselves it would happen within the month or two. This has left me feeling fairly lacklustre on my projects around the place but we should know within the next few weeks.

In the mean time to keep life busy we have been up to all the usual escapades, the children are relentlessly amusing and keeping me on my toes with Justin away.
He is currently in Ireland for the next EWS round, after a fantastic comeback race in Madeira where he finished 14th. This was comeback following the Flu and then Pneumonia at the race prior in Tasmania. Things can only get better for the season I hope!
Since my last post it seems like I have done a lot of one off things;

-I have been a bridesmaid for one of my best friends from High School

-I went to the races and won fashion in the field (my disclaimer on this is a Sunday afternoon in Blenheim doesn’t really inspire high fashion, more clean track pants and Ugg boots)

-I had my mum up to celebrate her birthday

– I completed the St Clair half marathon

-I also found myself last week apologising to strangers. I was leaving the Police station after an educational talk one evening. I was completely in my own bubble only to have it suddenly burst when I missed a step at the entranceway and flew face first onto the footpath. As I scrambled up to my hands and knees, a very kind foreign couple ran to my assistance. I dusted off my palms, checked my bleeding knee and ripped jeans, I then saw how this must look to them. 9.30pm on a Tuesday night this couple sweetly went to get an ice cream from McDonalds when as they are walking past the police station, I come flying out the door and sprawl onto the footpath. The first words out of my mouth were not gratitude for their kind assistance but more an assertive (and I am sure possibly unconvincing) statement given what they had seen,

“I am sober”. (which I was)

I then thanked them kindly and limped away to my car. Well that was embarrassing!


Here I am sober and upright

The kids are just awesome and constantly cracking me up. They have now (finally) started to play together, the peace is short lived but very sweet.

I figured that the best way to tempt fate and get the sale confirmed was to get into my vegetable garden and plant out all my winter brassicas. So far it hasn’t worked but the slugs have enjoyed it.

Children keep you grounded

Clearly when this phrase was first dictated it was misheard or has been misquoted over time. I think It was meant to be children will put you in the ground sooner due to stress.

I my case it is more one child in particular, my darling Luca. I have said from the get go that I am fairly chilled out when it comes to children bumping, spilling and learning from experience but there have been some situations lately which have gone too far. My first case and point, Justin and I were hanging a gate in the barn (get how I just throw that farming terminology in there since this is now a fairly regular occurrence, I could get more technical and say on the gudgeons but that is just showing off) when we hear the little patter of feet. Except these weren’t behind us on the ground they were on the roof of the calf shed, a probably 1.8m off the ground (blue arrow on the left). We both looked at each other puzzled and carried on until we heard them louder and coming towards us. Luca had climbed onto the top of the 3m high barn and was running around on top. This in itself is unsettling to say the least, but Justin and I at the same time realised that the power connection is very low on the shed (arrow on the right). Needless to say Justin’s sprint training came into effect and Luca was very promptly removed from the roof. We both have no idea how he got up there in the first place.



The second was a horrible experience I NEVER want to repeat, I was loading Annabella into the car and came back inside to find Luca with an empty bottle of Paracetamol in his hand, all over his face, body and bed. When I asked how much he had drunk his very smug reply was “lots mummy”. He was promptly bundled into the car and taken to ED to be checked out. Poor Justin was on his leisurely way to a race, when he got the hysterical phone call from ‘the worst mother in the world’ to inform him he needed to meet me at ED. We are so fortunate that all was fine and nothing came of it, but my goodness it scared the life out of me.

Clearly two healthy, happy babies here

So to help make sure that all is safe around here I figured that the more eyes on the children the better so we have had the Canyon Factory Racing Enduro team staying. It worked well for them too, as the first round of the Enduro World Series are in Rotorua next weekend and there was the NZ Enduro here in Blenheim last weekend. Justin raced the first day but unfortunately had to miss the rest as he broke the capsule on his knuckle in a crash. The upside is that this is all healed now and he is on his way North for race prep. The visitors meant that the Shepherds hut has had its first official guests, which went very well. We borrowed a brilliant pop up camper to house two more riders and the rest were fitted into the house. With all the extra people around the house the children thought it was great and they were solely here for their own benefit, entertainment and transport.





I have also seen in my 30th birthday, I am pleased to announce that this year did not see me cleaning up poo from the walls and writing a song about it (see blog entry February 13th 2016).  So like any good mother trying to keep up with it all I got on Printrest and had the beautiful visions of how my Al Fresco party would be in the orchard, think festoon lights, blankets, low tables and dappled sunlight. Unfortunately in the most drought prone area we had a rainy weekend. Justin’s Aunt and Uncle kindly spared us the woodshed and it worked out perfectly. I had such a great night and was surrounded by the most wonderful people, food and conversation. Although given my distinguished age it was a fairly mild night and I had to put my feet up by the end of it.

Just to make sure I wasn’t too full of myself this week Luca has brought me down a peg or two, while driving in the car and doing my best Adele impersonation  (I don’t really want to put this out there but I think I may be better than the real thing)  Luca piped up from the back with no mercy in his voice and said

“Mummy why are you making a hurting noise?”

Well what can you say to that?






The world has gone mad 

I need to get this off my chest, the world is ridiculous. If we have to cater to the lowest common denominator there is no hope for us.

Last week I thought I would be proactive and get some more ink for my printer before it runs out. Not a hard task or request…. so I thought.

Picture this; I manage to pawn the children off for an hour to work through a list of jobs, ploughing my way through I run into the stationary store and search for ages to find the right numbers for our ink cartridges. (Why do they have to make so many bloody options, I want ink that fits and makes things look pretty when I hit print).

The very helpful and kind man comes up after 5 minutes and asks

“how can I help?”

I was possibly already feeling cynical at this stage as I wanted to reply

“I want a kitten thats why I’m looking at ink cartridges”.

But luckily I held it in and said the printer number that I needed the cartridges for. He toddled off to look it up on the computer, which he informed me would take 5 minutes to warm up. (What is it 1990?)

By the time he came back proudly to tell me the numbers I needed I had already  found them, but alas they only had cyan and yellow, no magenta or black. So he said he would go and get some for me. He came back smiling sweetly to inform me that the cartridges that I needed were stored on the shelves above the stand and unfortunately they had a ladder ban from 11am to 4pm and could I please come back then.

Sure, I would love to come back then and let my children run free in your store mixing up all the stupid numbered cartridges and running up and down ladders only to jump off them. Or alternatively you could stock the shelves before your ‘ladder ban’ comes into place.

Turns out it doesn’t pay to be proactive if you want to keep your sanity.

Failing on my non resolution

I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, I put them in the same camp as fad diets. Seem like a great idea, all systems go and hell bent on making it happen them blah day two came about and it gets postponed for later. So it is very fortuitous that I did NOT make a New Years resolution to get better at updating Sun and Wonder. I may have considered it briefly and thought it a good idea, but I didn’t say it out loud and so it was never real. There, now that I have that off my chest I don’t need to feel guilty for failing on the New Years resolution that I never set.

On a brighter front all systems are go in our household. I dread the day that I actually have time to update this and say nothing has happened.

Key points

-Our house is on the market…. it could be yours

To say I am pleased with how this old girl is looking is an understatement.I am sad at the thought of leaving but as Justin pointed out I didn’t want to move here in the first place.


-If the universe is in our favour and all works out, the next property is bigger and has SO many projects I don’t even know where to begin. Set up my shepherds hut for glamping, replant the forestry, build mountain bike tracks, subdivide the existing house, build a new one, establish a custom built mounting biking facility and accommodation, rear animals just to name a few

-Justin is overseas already getting ready for the coming season, the first round of EWS will kick off in Rotorua in March and that will be here in a blink. I find myself even more proud than usual watching him race at home.

-The Hut, oh what a bitter sweet love it is. Unfortunately we were sold an overpriced, under built product. Fortunately Justin is exceptionally skilled so already the hut is a shadow of its former self and will withstand the test of time. It will have its first guests staying in a couple of weeks and although I loved the painting I am really enjoying the titivating.

-Miss A turned One. It is so cliche but how did that happen? My little baby girl is no longer a baby but a drunken-walking/wobbling assertive little poppet. img_2020

She is so independent we decided not to wait the 20 years and gave her a key to the house already (the poor thing doesn’t know it won’t be the right key soon).img_2036

Seasons Greeting 

Merry Christmas and Seasons greeting to you.  Here is where I would love to insert a beautiful natural picture capturing the essence of our family at this joyous time of year…. I don’t have that (clearly you haven’t  spent much time at our place to think we could get one). 

But here are the kids halfway through unwrapping their gifts. 

Life doesn’t seem to be slowing down, if anything it is speeding up at the moment. Justin is in the guts of intensive training for the coming season, although we have him around for a month which is brilliant.

The animals are all growing rapidly and the grass is drying out with the delightful light/gale force Marlborough breeezes. Our pigs are very noisey and rather intimidating if they are hungry (porky little nippers). The calves are self sufficient, although some still come in for a scratch and cuddle, this is slightly intimidating the larger they get. The sheep are well overdue to be shorn but my arms feel tired just thinking about doing it, luckily they probably won’t have to (thanks Justin). 

If you are travelling, be safe, if you are celebrating, do it in style and remember to be nice it is only for a short while every year. Merry Christmas from our little funny farm x 
I’ll update on the Shepherds Hut soon. 

Oh hi there

Dropped off the radar for a while there but we’re still keeping busy and have lots of updates. I am surrounded by sleeping babies in the back of the car on the long and winding drive from Dunedin to Blenheim. Not a drive to be undertaken lightly with two small people in tow. We were down for Justin’s racing, the children were a delight at the finish line but I’m not so sure they helped with the race prep. 

A huge thank you to all the lovely messages following the recent quake. I was so touched by the generous offers of support and care. We got off so lightly compared to others, the flying furniture missed Justin and Annabella and the shelves needed decluttering. 

The odd circular marine looking creature creeping out the kitchen is my now deceased Komboucha scoby. Not a giant jellyfish.

We have been plodding along on the farm, the calves are weaned but still keen for a scratch, Eddi the lamb is like a big fluffy cloud on skinny little legs. Justin’s latest animal shelter acquisition has been some gorgeous piglets. As always more planting, pruning and general tidying up. 

My latest exciting work in progress is the development of a glamping site in our orchard. Imagine waking up to native bird call, dappled sunlight and the romantic setting of a artisan crafted shepherds hut set amongst the vineyards. The hut is nearly completed and on its arrival following some titivating we hope to have ‘Grantham Glamping’ up and running for the New Year. 

Summer is here, well I probably wouldn’t claim that given we are still in Dunedin but further north we have had a taste of the sunshine to come. 

The running of the calves

I sit here looking out the window and it has been one of those incredible Spring days, we have had waves of epic sunshine followed by fierce fronts of rain and wind. Clearly the animals are loving the lush long grass and still night. I can feel four sets of eyes peeking through the fence at me and the calves are running about like little beasts possessed. This is rather annoying because I had shut them in for the night but clearly didn’t check all the gate latches (my largest PA has a tendency of undoing them for me).


That is Eddi lamb front and for most making sure I get her good side

This week has been a brute, I had the moment that I anticipate all year (possibly more than Christmas, possibly) Justin returning home at the end of the season. The poor thing had a very disappointing ending to his season caused by a mechanical issue. However surely that is all his bad luck out of the way and 2017 can only bring some podium time! I digress, Justin returning home was my absolute highlight, unfortunately the excitement was just too much for some and Luca promptly went down with an ear infection and Miss A and I followed suit with a stinking head cold. My delusional Brady Bunch episodes of a family reunited have been dashed by no sleep, fevers, sick babies, no sleep, reactions to medications and oh yeah no sleep (can you tell that ones getting to me a little).

Thank goodness he got home when he did, not only is his company great it has been a godsend having him around to help out with the animals. Although I have found myself very attached to my larger fur baby brood and like my children I have convinced myself that no one can do it quite as well as I can (Ha).

This week presented an awesome eye opening learning opportunity, I went to a calf sale. Now for some that is a non exciting regular event, however I had absolutely no idea what to expect. To detract from the large bags under my eyes I put on the obligatory red lipstick…possibly a step to far. Walking through shitty corridors between pens and watching cows poo their way across a scale is possibly  not the most appropriate place to apply the lippy. But it was great to get an idea of the whole process and see how big those beasts get.

I have another project on the go and hope to have updates coming soon so watch this space…..

Otherwise sickness aside, Spring is amazing I have loved the transformation around here and the flowers are blowing my mind a little. Not sure what is growing faster the grass or the children