Day 67. Titirangi. At home with the Girdlestones.

Said goodbye to the boys this morning and headed out to Titirangi to stay with my old flatmate and mucker Steve who moved to NZ from Poland 3 years ago with his missus, the very lovely Dorota.



It rained steadily but our day was brightened by Kaya and Zoli, 2 regular little rays of sunshine who presented us on arrival with their latest artworks; a fishing boat for me, and a fire engine for Wend. I then encouraged Kaya to try her hand at some portraiture, and she captured Wend perfectly - the bright green teeth a feature I'd never fully appreciated until I saw it on canvas.



The house is lush. Perched on a hill overlooking a small Bay, its the kind of place most of us would be glad to spend a couple of weeks in on our summer holidays. But to live here? well, that's just ridiculous. Jammy buggers.