As I’m sure I’ve mentioned (at least 100 times) that life is really hectic at the moment. My role with NZ Sculpture OnShore has become all-consuming, the boy-child has exams looming, and of course we’re starting to think about life-after-exhibition-and-school — in particular selling the house and moving on.
Yesterday it all got a bit too much. Not so much the volume of work, but the politics of a voluntary organisation exacerbated by the stress that everyone is under. So I ran away!
Does that make me sound like a quitter? A bad person? To clarify — I ran away for the afternoon. Away from my desk and email and the telephone, to Muriwai, on Auckland’s west coast. I had set out to visit Boric Food Market for some last-minute dinner ingredients but somehow just kept driving.
Muriwai is the first west-coast beach I ever visited. I was about nine, and on a school trip. I was enchanted — I still am. Not being a particularly strong swimmer, I prefer more sheltered beaches for taking a dip, but for a lung-filling walk to clear the cerebral cobwebs, the beaches of New Zealand’s west coast are hard to beat.
One of the first dates the Big T and I ever went on was to Muriwai. We sat on the cliff at Maori Bay, drank Guinness and listened to Luke Hurley. Unsurprisingly, his song Japanese Overdrive is one of my all-time favourites.
I wasn’t gone for long, and I even remembered to drop into Boric. Afterwards I felt better able to cope. Muriwai does that for me.
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