This week I was back up in Hawke’s Bay on a work trip. The weather was mostly sunny, mostly warm, and it was nice to be back in one of my favourite parts of New Zealand.
We were welcomed with a pōwhiri on the marae at the institution we were visiting, with some wonderful and very moving singing. The working days were interesting too, and we were so well fed that we almost could not move.
There was a lovely moment during the day, a few seconds of something special. I had gone outside and was walking along the wooden pathway in the warm sunshine, and there was a group of students, one playing the ukelele, the rest singing and swinging their poi. It somehow transported me away from work and to a warm, tropical place.
The flight back was one of those beautiful ones where you get to see the landscape below, so that your book lies unread and the time is spent looking down on the patterns below.
So it is now the weekend, with some plans, some moments of calm and no doubt some baking too, but the sounds and visions of my trip will stay with me for years to come.