Golden

I went to Christchurch to do my shopping. Met my daughter for a chat, which was lovely. I stopped on the way home at my favourite place on the high bank overlooking the Waimakariri River. Conditions were very dry. Trees on the river flats can sink their roots into the water table, but the grass is not so lucky.. Behind the trees is the braided river, and beyond that Burnt Hill would be golden too, if it were not for the haze.