Izzy Wizzy Let's Get Busy...
Trip Start
Jan 30, 2011
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Trip End
Mar 11, 2011
Where I stayed
Home on the range
We're going. We really are going. Off on our Zooniemoon. Can't quite believe it - in a week's time we'll be down to one more sleep and it will feel like every Christmas come at once. My special advent calendar, the Kiwi Countdown, is bristling with open doors and our holiday pants are stacking up on spare beds.
Lots of preps and paperwork still to do but the main thing is we have lots of big pink wheelie bags to put our holiday pants in and the whole trip is beginning to feel it might really happen. I even know which films are showing en route and what I'm having for tea when we get there (well, not quite, but we're doing a good job of getting organised).
I'm not sure what Euan is looking forward to, but I'm excited about tracking down some possum wool. Friend Judy has a vision of me casting on from some poor unwary passing possum, and steadily unravelling him out the back of the camper van as I knit my way round New Zealand and he trots biddably behind. Visions of grumpy NZ traffic trammelled by my tangled web of trailing possum yarn. Could this be cause for extradition?? Maybe Euan should confiscate my knitting needles now...but then I wouldn't be able to knit him a pair of possum pants, and that would be a shame.
PS Just in case you didn't realise we had a reason for a Zooniemoon, you can catch up on one or two of last year's events at Braemount Blethers
Lots of preps and paperwork still to do but the main thing is we have lots of big pink wheelie bags to put our holiday pants in and the whole trip is beginning to feel it might really happen. I even know which films are showing en route and what I'm having for tea when we get there (well, not quite, but we're doing a good job of getting organised).
I'm not sure what Euan is looking forward to, but I'm excited about tracking down some possum wool. Friend Judy has a vision of me casting on from some poor unwary passing possum, and steadily unravelling him out the back of the camper van as I knit my way round New Zealand and he trots biddably behind. Visions of grumpy NZ traffic trammelled by my tangled web of trailing possum yarn. Could this be cause for extradition?? Maybe Euan should confiscate my knitting needles now...but then I wouldn't be able to knit him a pair of possum pants, and that would be a shame.
PS Just in case you didn't realise we had a reason for a Zooniemoon, you can catch up on one or two of last year's events at Braemount Blethers


