Radio Karori

Unable to think straight, I voice-record instead

Choking in plaster dust, driven out by power tools, I come to you live from the Campbell Street off-leash dog area in Karori. It isn’t glamorous and I’m not particularly interesting, so I advise you only to listen if you’re hardcore.

As I type this to the percussive sound of a staple-gun, I’d like to leave you with a rare moment of calm, captured by George at the Waikanae estuary last week. This pretty salt marsh teems delightfully with sea and shore birds (gulls and cormorants, oystercatchers, stilts, funny little yellow finches, kotare, pied this and striped that). I could sit in the reeds and watch them all day. That said, if avian flu ever reached New Zealand and I lived at Paraparaumu Beach, I wouldn’t bother to pack, to be honest. I’d take a handbag and run.

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