Methven

Not sure what else to say. My zero day in Methven was stinking hot. A bit later I saw the display read 29.

After organising food I went out to walk the 11km local circuit. 

Clearly, nobody else has been on the walkway for years. Can you see a track? 

Sense prevailed, and I struck back to town for a beer at the Blue Pub. 

I could've tried the Brown Pub but I needed a shady tree. 

This morning the Resistant Cat gravely watched me put my boots on. 

Auto-correct is an ass. But quite bad ass sometimes. 

It's raining lightly, it will be worse this afternoon when I walk south from the Rakaia into Clent Hills. Next post could be from Mt Peel or, much later, from Tekapo. No idea about connectivity out there.