Television Was Better When I Was a Kid
There is no doubt that the quality of individual programmess on TV is better now than ever before. We have loved watching series like True Detective, The Wire, The Crown, Stranger Things and some of Brooklyn 99 (Although we’re not sure about the one that takes it to Florida). We still enjoy watching movies and documentaries. But there isn't the same shared experience of the television in my childhood.
I grew up in the 70s when there were only three channels in England and it was a big deal when Channel 4 opened in the 1980s. But anything that was any good became a topic of discussion the next day. And I was lucky enough to be living in the USA in 1990/91 when Seinfeld was just getting going. That was a fantastic program to talk about at the lunch table.
Now that we are spoiled for choice it seems that watching TV isn't as fun as it used to be.
Living in New Zealand: Herbertville, I So Wanted to Like You
When we were looking to break the journey north from Wellington to Gisborne, I wanted to stop somewhere I'd never been before, Ideally somewhere on the coast. I found Herbertville on the map, and wondered why I had never heard of it.
Now I know.
It is old New Zealand there, which is great when you are talking with people at the pub, but not so great when you look around. The Tararua countryside was in stark contrast to Marlborough Sounds where we had stayed before. It is scarred by intensive forestry with conifers and bare, eroded hillsides. The valleys are dotted with cattle standing about and shitting in the lifeless rivers. On the road from Dannevirke to Herbertville, we saw few native trees and fewer native birds.
Herbertville is boatie heaven as the locals complain of being able to catch nothing but blue cod (something fishermen would love to be able to do near where we live). The campground is well equipped, but battles the prevailing wind. Our tent was buffeted despite having hedge windbreaks on three sides. And the sea looked too vicious to do more than dip your toes in.
Please leave a comment if you have had a better experience of being in Herbertville!
Living in New Zealand: Crossing the Cook Strait by Ferry
Bluebridge are a lovely company, but we bought the cheapest tickets way in advance to travel at Christmas. So when their ferry broke down and we had to get home, it cost way more to come back on the Interislander. Bluebridge refunded what we had paid, but not the extra $200 it cost to buy last minute tickets on the other ferry from Wellington to Picton. At least it was the only bad thing that happened on our Christmas holiday (let’s not mention when the boyf power-washed the Land Rover and shorted the electrics).