Yes oh yes, my shoulders are beetroot red and tender.
Looking forward to the crispiness and peeling skin.
2 of my beautiful friends joined me on a beautiful day to go to a beautiful place, the 'Bottom End' on Waiheke.
We pondered if it actually was the 'Bottom End' of Waiheke.
It's funny living on such a small (well..so you think) island for almost 20 years, you think you'd know how big, or small, it is.
How long DOES is take to get to one end of Waiheke to the other?
I think it's important to get away from your regular every day surroundings, so going for an hour long drive to get to the Bottom End is always bliss.
There's something quite homely about seeing rolling green hills and fat little lambs, not to mention the lack of cars and dusty roads.
Seeing people thistle grubbing (explaining what thistle grubbing actually is aswell..)brought me right back to Dad's farm too.
I'm stoked I didn't grow up in a city, from growing up on a stunning island and staying with Dad on the farm has given me a real appreciation for nature.
Sitting on the warm concrete of the old WW2 gun placements, eating delisio food and having light-hearted chatter while looking out to the deep sea is special, you don't realise it at the time but I think times like that are irreplacable.
In a world where human recklessness is engulfing the earth's natural beauty and destroying and raping resources, you've totally got to appreciate and embrace it while we can.
A very very quick dip in the sea (shit it was cold.) has made my red shoulders stop throbbing, which means I can sit here and dream about food and friends with the sun comfortably drying my salty locks.
I love you Waiheke. Stay cool.
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