Another incredibly busy week and some huge news, constant readers. For us, anyway, and hey, maybe for you, if you're in the market for modestly-priced boutique accommodation in our part of New Zealand. We've decided we need to make our semiparadisical setting pay its own way, so we're going to install a cottage with benefits in the lower garden for visitors to Port Chalmers.
Despite our spectacular and still quaintly noncommercialised surrounds, most holiday stay shit is pretty pedestrian around here so we think there's a niche for something sylvan and private that's queer, freak and pet-friendly. Bike trips are picking up in popularity so we'll be catering to independent travellers and self-drivers who want their minds and eyeballs soothed with green and ocean views with bonus strictly no whiny kids or gross Air BnB party clowns.
It's all very frightening. Different. Confusing. Grown up. So if I don't get round to posting anything this week it's because I'm dealing with prospective suppliers and builders and what have you. But I might find time to drop something. It's not that I don't care.