DINGLE DELL

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Don’t be misled by the dreamy image before you. I’m not about to wax lyrical around the merits of nature wanders. It has been said that we must go out into the bush to find stillness. Personally, I find just as much stillness in bed reading my novel. After this photo was taken, I had to go home and have an antihistamine. I’m that kid who sits on the grass for too long and gets a rash – sometimes I think I’m allergic to the great outdoors. At university, I joined the tramping club because I didn’t like gyms. On my first trip, we sailed across to an island where the group proceeded to ‘bush bash’. Which basically entails each individual hurtling themselves through the trees at pace, swinging from branches and jumping over small gullies. It is supposed to be exhilarating, but I found it quite aggressive – and a good way to break a leg. When I came home, I text my aunty, informing her that I had just been out bashing bush. She promptly replied:

“Are things so dire on the man front that you have turned to women for comfort?”

And so my tramping days ended with some confusion around a sexual team swap.

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Still, New Zealand bush does have something special. I find myself drawn to the walking track at Dingle Dell. I think it is the birds that I love. As you look up through the trees, the light gently catches your cheek and they sing for you like a cathedral choir. Actually, more reminiscent of a jazz band – all over the place, yet somehow their individual instruments come together to produce something cohesive and enchanting. Sans bush bashing, maybe there is something to be said for an hour out of the rat race.

Hat – Moochi   Cami – Witchery   Skirt – Bec& Bridge   Shoes – Witchery

Much love XX

 

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Hi, I’m Katie. I am a kiwi neuroscientist with a love for consuming and creating content. This site is where I share my personal thoughts and the thoughts of incredible minds from around the world. PhD in Neuroscience, University of Otago.

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