Rest Area 300m: Close To Home

Friday, March 16, 2007

Close To Home

There is something surreal about working at night, in a storm, with a chainsaw.

Flashing lights, spotlights, and the chainsaw stangely quiet in the hissing wind, and torrential rain.

The road in places is green with leaves stripped from the trees, they are bloody slippery too, as the odd motorist, pressing on regardless, found out.

There is always too, that unlucky chance, of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sadly this happened in Taumaranui, a motorcyclist was killed.

The damage above is my new firewood supply, right up against the house fence.

A bloody great tree, that brought down a few neighbours as well.

The water line is under there somewhere, fortunately unbroken.

To add insult, you finally get to the depot to get some premix out of the bin, (to feed the vigerous new outbreak of potholes)... and have to cut your way in ...

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