This week I have mainly been munching on salad and surviving storms. It's been a blast. I've been wwoofing with Anne who grows organic salad stuff for the Farmers' Market here in Whangerei. We've been picking and sowing rocket, mesculin, kale, baby spinach and beet and other things that grow green and taste bity. And then getting up at the crack of dawn - no earlier, 5am - to sell sell sell and chat to all the friendly people at the market. Social event of the weekend.
In the mean time I have been ambling along listening to Tui's warble and croak as they munch the many persimmons ripening in Anne's orchard. And wandering along pretty beaches and around crags and coves.
And then surviving the storm which hit yesterday. On the weather radar it looked like a big curry fart coming out of Australia, and sure enough it was foul when it arrived here. It's caused havock round and about, with most roads north of Whangerei cut off (which has meant adaptations to my travel plans) 4,000 people without electricity
(including us, which meant going to town for Nachos and Shrek 3, damnn!), Give Way signs giving way to the wind, and Whangerei Falls turning from a pleasant wee tinkle 
to a roaring torrent spewing spray in all directions... 
It's all drama and candlelight. I'm going to the beach to watch the waves...
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