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The Hawke’s Bay

The Naiad’s* time in New Zealand is almost up.  For the last 4 months she’s been chefing at a fancy lodge in the Hawkes Bay.  She’s just finished working, so I flew up to visit her, and to spend a little time seeing the Hawkes Bay before she flies off to spend a year on working holiday in Australia.

I visited the Hawkes Bay when I was first in NZ, and had a lovely time, but other than two slightly disastrous road-trips through in the ensuing years, I really haven’t spent any quality time there.  Time to rectify that!

So what is the Hawkes Bay?  It’s everything between the big curve on the East Coast of the lower North Island of New Zealand and the nearest range of mountains.  The climate is perfect for vineyards, stonefruit orchards, apple orchards, berry farms, kiwifruit orchards, and every other sort of agricultural endeavor, giving it the nickname of the ‘fruitbowl of NZ’.

In other words, Dreamstress heaven.  I’m all about fruit.  And the countryside.  Which is what most of the Hawkes Bay is.

There are two main towns: Napier and Hastings.  Napier was rebuilt after a terrible earthquake in the 1930s and is famous for being the Art Deco capitol of NZ.  Hastings is famous for, well…not much.  Which is really unfair, because it’s a cute little city and its Art Deco architecture is just as lovely as Napier’s.

So what did we, two fruit-mad country girls, do when let loose in the fruit filled country for a few days?

Well, mostly sat at the window and stared gloomily at the rain.  The weather did not cooperate with my trip.

The first day was utterly gorgeous and we went strawberry picking and took the hostel dog for a long walk along a picturesque stream.

Strawberry fields

And then it rained and was grey and chilly.  And we baked strawberry shortcake and braved the rain to take the dog on more walks and went to all the op-shops in Hastings and Napier, where I bought way too many pieces of fabric.

Bailey sniffs a particularly interesting patch of grass

Funny wooly goats

Hurry up! Hurry up! Walk faster!

When the weather wasn’t so bad we did the Hasting’s farmers market and teased the eels in the lily pond (and I bet you thought that your local pond was exciting with a few goldfish in it!).

Eelie needs his caffeine fix too

On our last day we decided to brave the weather so we at least saw some of the countryside.

We went to the Napier botanical gardens, where we foraged for fruit and admired the flowers and ended up in the Napier cemetery, where all the ‘Little Snowdrop’ headstones made me cry, so then we had to go sit in front of the budgerigar cage until I cheered up.

The botanical gardens

Yummy fruit

There is just something about budgies that is so lovely and cheerful.  You can’t help but feel better when you hear them.

Happy budgies

And that was the Hawkes Bay trip: just small, local pleasures, none of the usual tourist attractions.  No Art Deco tours, no walks to the gannet colony, and (not surprisingly, knowing me) no visits to wineries.

My only regret is that we didn’t get to go swimming.

* The Naiad being my next younger sister, a professional chef.

Rate the dress: Regency to Romantic era plum pudding

Last week’s 1750s lollie dress wasn’t quite as much to your taste as the week’s before, mostly because of the lace capelet, but you still thought it a quite yummy 8 out of 10.

This week I’m sticking with the food theme.  In celebration of the Northern Hemisphere winter, and of the holidays, how about a warm wool evening gown in colours that remind me of a plum pudding?

This late Regency-early Romance era plum pink wool with gold satin trimmings evening frock is from the MFA Boston.

Evening dress, wool & silk, 1815-20, America, MFA Boston 46.1208

Evening dress, 1815-20, wool & silk, American, MFA Boston

What do you think?  Good enough to eat?  Does it take the cake?  Does the plum pink and gold palette please your palate?  Is the blend of  simplicity with a few elaborate trimmings divinely delicious or an odd mix of flavours?  (OK, I’ll stop now!)

Rate the Dress on a Scale of 1 to 10.

A fabulous parasol

Isn’t this just darling?

Parasol, 1915-29, Italian, Metropolitan Museum of Art

Parasol, 1915-29, Italian, Metropolitan Museum of Art

If I saw that in the shops I would snap it up in a heartbeat!

And as much as I love Felicity, I have to admit that the parasol would loose a great deal of its charm if it had a cat on it instead of a dog.

Can’t you just imagine Margaret Gorman (yes, the first Miss America) strolling down the sidewalk with that parasol and her darling dog?

Margaret Gorman posing with her Greyhound, "Long Goodie", April 1925