Rock Star

rock star
This post is in memory my friend Dona Bogart, a friend from texas, usa, whom I never met, except online.
Approximately fifteen years ago I ‘met’ Dona through blogging. The same time as I met a few other writers, who have also remained online friends. A lot of the friends stopped blogging, but switiched to Facebook, some to Twitter – especially Dona who continually posted on twitter an eclectic mix of music which I’d listen to and appreciate. We had discovered early on that we had many things in common. we liked to play with the idea of being soul sisters. or kindred spirits. like in ‘anne of green gables’. We regretted that we didn’t live closer.
One day I suddenly thought: ‘Where’s Dona? She hasn’t posted for ages.” Checking her FB page i found a notice her daughter had posted to say that Dona had died.
Her last tweet was to post a video of the Moody Blues song, ‘Dear Diary’.
R.I.P. sweet Dona. i miss you being in the world. And i miss you being in my world. keep on rocking, rock star.


Quick Trip

Lake Wakatipu from Frankton

Sunday and Monday this week we made a quick trip to Queenstown – or Covid Central as some are calling it.

We avoided people and took our own food supplies so that apart from getting takeaway coffees twice, we avoided all cafes etc. We stayed the night in Kingston where even checking in was done remotely, the key and instructions left in an envelope sellotaped to the door. Queenstown was virtually deserted. People truly are laying low as Omicron roars about the perimeters, on the hunt for hosts. We for one (or two) are making sure we aren’t standing in line to volunteer.

Kingston Flyer – a little blurry as it was nearly dark and I had to use the flash
Lake Wakatipu at Kingston was looking decidedly moody

As darkness descended over Kingston, we took a short walk and skipped a few stones on the still lake.


Still Thistles To Top

The day before, we’d taken Robert’s mother on a Sunday drive out to Kaiwera, just east (nor’east?) of Gore. I was intrigued to see this area as it was one place that my Mum and Dad in the mid-60’s, with their family of seven kids, had considered a job offer as Married Couple on Charlie Tripp’s farm. We ended up in Otama Valley on Harry White’s farm, but Kaiwera had certainly landed a place in my memory all the same. I felt like it could have been some kind of parallel universe – a ‘what if’ place. The road not chosen.

‘the road not chosen’

But no matter which farm he chose to work on, there would have been thistles for my Dad to top.


Coffee To Go

Sunshine Bay, Queenstown

On our visit to Queenstown, this is where we had our picnic lunch. No-one within a hundred yards. Five hundred even.

Queenstown cemetery under the chair lift (which at present is being given a major overhaul)

After a visit to check Robert’s father’s headstone and give it a bit of a dust, we headed back home to Ōtepoti Dunedin via Arrowtown.

St Paul’s Anglican church, Arrowtown, opposite the self-service petrol station where we filled up the car
ducked into Alexandra Subway for takeaway coffees – no-one else there



I have been researching army life for a lowly foot soldier in the late 1800’s. My great grandfather was one with the 79th Cameron Highlanders serving in India.

One thing research has highlighted for me is the prevelance of disease at that time. Scientists and medical experts were only just discovering causes and how to combat spread. They were only just working out how cholera was spread and what caused diseases such as typhus. I’ve been looking up outdated terms such as, zymotic diseases, organic diseases, ague and apoplexy.

More soldiers died of disease than from battle action. My great grandfather being one of them, dying of illness in India and leaving behind a young wife and four children who were living with him in the barracks there.

Back home in Scotland their parents and family members weren’t any better off. They were also dying from having to live in disease-ridden, over-crowded tenements in Aberdeen, where poverty had forced them to move in order to find employment.


Seen While Walking:

Ōtepoti Dunedin harbour speed marker

Nine knots = 9.26 k’s per hour. Which is about the speed of my W.i.P. what with all the research needed before I even put pen to paper.

Walking helps. If I’m lucky, by the time I get back home the kalaidescope of ideas and impressions rattling about in my head, have settled into a holding pattern.

flax frame
one of my favourite benches overlooking the harbour
sticker graffiti
ceramic cup for power lines

Looking up …

no longer the livewire it once was

Surprising what you never see until you really look.


Writer from Dunedin, New Zealand.

4 thoughts on “Rock Star

  1. I remember you sharing things from Dona’s account sometimes so I’m surprised and sad to read this update. Really nice tribute to your friend Kay. ~interesting variety of photos. Btw, we stopped at Forum Cafe in Milton y’day and they’re being very good about checking vax passes (they refused a person without one) and they also asked a guy to wear his mask properly. I was impressed and would happily stop in there again – friendly staff and good food 🙂

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  2. Thanks Liz. Yes I feel truly sad about the loss of Dona.
    I’m happy to play it safe & avoid cafes. But also happy to hear that they are on the whole safe places for people who still want to frequent & support. They must be really hurting right now. Let’s hope it’s all different by winter. I’m looking forward to feeling confident about going to cafes again.

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  3. This week our local cafe has started weekday opening at 7am (instead of 9) as they need more customers. I like the earlier opening anyway and said to N that we should make a point of going for breakfast maybe once a week in support, y’know we’re so lucky to have a good cafe in this small town. Feeling grateful. Thanks for sharing btw, always good to see your photos and hear about your doings 🙂

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