So we're out on Waikehe Island, just off the east coast of Auckland, for the wedding of two friends of the Kiwi, which is tomorrow. We're staying out here in a house with a handful of friends, in a gorgeous house with views out over the bay to the north east (possibly) and everything's ace.
Tonight we were out in a local bar, with the predictable local band playing, who (for their first gig together, apparently) weren't bad at all. About half way through the evening they played Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' which, cheesy as it is (knowing how simple it is to play), I couldn't hold back the memory of Paul teaching me how to play that particular track, not least the fact that he'd got me into Pink Floyd in the first place, and that his David Gilmour impression was absolutely spot on.
I guess this sort of thing will happen.
It's stormy here, with blistering winds whipping through the trees, making the telegraph lines whine and moan and rattling the windows. Our house is right in the path of it, rendering our beautiful deck and barbeque area useless, but there's something about being in a house that feels like it's barely holding back the elements that does feel rather cosy somehow.
Here's hoping the weather clears for the wedding tomorrow, but somehow I suspect it might not... fingers crossed anyway.
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