Dawn at Karapiro

As excuses for not being in a garage in Wellington go, not too bad...

Ninety Percent of the Art of Living is Just Turning Up

 

Stumbling across a deserted beach, he came upon something projecting from the sand: a blog, no less, abandoned by some ancient civilisation whose memory is long forgotten. Did anyone read it? Did anyone, as it faded from memory, check, from time to time, to see if life stirred within its cold embers?

As Jimmy Hendrix said at the Isle of Wight,” it has been a long time”: over 18 months since we last wrote on this blog and nearly that long since we did anything whatsoever to advance the project.

There were reasons, good and bad, for the hiatus, ranging from work and rowing commitments – both Joe and I have been coaching squads – to sheer inertia. Some say it’s fear of completion: apparently, garages throughout New Zealand have nearly-completed-but-not-quite-boats, planes, coffee tables, tunnels under the wire and other projects in them, victims of some strange force that holds the builder back from doing that very last bit.

I’m not convinced that we are suffering from anything so complicated, but we’ll carry on looking for excuses…