Late Winter Here is a view from the banks of the Clutha, just below where I live. These branches are still bare but very soon they will be full of life.
Here are some grapes, quite old I would think, growing here at Henderson House. They are in a slightly dilapidated glasshouse. They’ve just had their first pruning in many years hence the nakedness.
On Saturday there were warnings out about wild weather in this region. Some roads were closed by snow. Citizens were told that it was best to stay indoors by the fire. I decided that, with caution, I would drive to Invercargill.
