I have become the proud owner of a very little goat named Poppy. Poppy was a wild goat, but she is quickly getting tame and is turning in to quite a character. Having never owned a goat before it has been an interesting couple of days for me. Here is what I have learnt so far about owning a goat:
A little while ago Nairn and I went “over the hill” to my old home town of Christchurch, and for the first time since the earthquake of Feb 22 2011 I went to the centre of the city - the former red zone. When I moved to Wellington 10 odd years ago Christchurch wasn’t my favourite place –the CBD was being strangled by shopping malls and as a result it was a grim city, grey and cold and full of office workers during the day and drunken louts at night. In returning post ‘quake I expected to find a city that was broken, abandoned and dying but I still wanted to get a firsthand sense of the hell that the city has endured.
The first thing that struck me was that Christchurch has become a
city of cyclone fences and shipping containers bound together by closed roads and detours. It makes it different and random, a far cry from the rigid grid I used to navigate so easily*. The destruction has broken the pattern, changing the dynamics of the city, and although this is probably more pronounced as the street closures move around it breaks up the straight streets and makes driving an adventure.
In early 2012 Penny & Nairn moved from central Wellington to South Westland. Welcome to the record of their adventures.