Then up through the Lindis Pass - great brown sloping mountains humped against the wind where we saw a car carrier full of porsches and a sign commemorating the liberation of red deer erected by the deerstalkers. Amazing what a hat with flaps can do
Down the pass the hills turn green and little by little smooth down and retreat back. The cafe woolshop post office seems to be all of Tarras, home of Shrek and it would be easy to lose a determined sheep round here. And yes, I succumbed to some wool along with the mushrooms, bacon and rhubarb cake
The slopes around lake Dunstan are full of what I think of as Gorn rocks (think Star Trek). Grey green rocks with purple bubbles of heather. The lake is turquoise and white caps, ducks and water. A stop at the fruit shop and cidery for juice and dried cherries. The Clutha is greener, rushing fast to run under the red bridge at Clyde. I remember reading that Nik Kershaw wasn't recording any more because he had doubts about his music; I'd like to say to him that What Do You Think Of It So Far is perfect music for driving up the crest of a hill to see the river and the dam dramatic at your feet and nothing could better it.
Plenty of deer and sheep today: but no more ostriches - yesterday we saw both the mating display and, er, the mating. Mailboxes; we like the beer barrel, the golfer, the tractor and the truck. But the pink elephant will be very hard to beat.
We passed a little distant from Ophir and gazed into Rohan. We slowed down for stock in the road - cows ably herded by a dog and a 4WD- but not quite enough for the speed limit: what with the Billy Bragg version of When Will I See You Again and the clouds racing along over the high Otago roads we sped past a lurking police car and collected (eek!) our first ever speeding ticket :(
On the positive side of the civic responsibilty sheet, I decided the other day that I so dislike trash in scenic places that I'm going to start picking it up. When we stop somewhere I look around for a tin or bottle or paper bag to take away: we found milk, beer and tequila bottles today.
If we all took one piece of trash from everywhere things would be a lot cleaner. We used to have mainframe trash: one big midden. Client server trash: dustbins and garbage trucks. Think of this as open source trash collection: many eyeballs picking it up because they're interested. Pass it on!
Dunedin City begins out in what I call the back of beyond, high in the hills where the pools are inky blue and the wind pulls and pushes when you stop for a photo. The cycle rail trail goes over trestles and into tunnels: the Taieri here is flat and gorgeous without the gorge. There's a fence hung with hundreds of pairs of shoes. And Middlemarch - set in a desolate moonscape - has a stranded submarine!