Sunday

Sunday morning pancakes are pretty much a tradition in our house. It's usually quite a process, from grinding the buckwheat groats to make the flour, to mixing up the goats milk powder to make the milk(when our goats aren't in milk), to collecting the eggs from the chook house, then mixing it all together and then the rather long process of cooking many many pancakes on the skillet.
Well it seems the Sunday morning ritual has been passed on to our eldest. He has contributed more and more ,in the process, over the last few months, but today he was independent with every part of the process.
Quite some acheivement, at eight years old.
So at just before 10 o'clock this morning, we were all enjoying a great feast of pancakes curteous of Kurt....

There is the traditional toppings(in our house anyway), maple syrup, and lemon and sugar.. and then there is the rolling technique, not too tight not to loose and always away from you....

or in the case of some of us.... anyway they go in the mouth is OK....

... a great way to spend a wet and bleak morning.


Then after breakfast was cleared, Rob got to work preparing the Paua he caught yesterday ,at Robin Hood bay, for vacuum packing.....it was a good haul, more than enough for us, so plenty to share...
this is just a few of them......

He learnt how to slow cook them in the oven for 3 hours with some bacon and herbs, and man they tasted good !!!!


And... a late afternoon/evening walk down the end of the property to see the flooding in our back paddock.....

under this rather large body of water is two paddocks (ours and the neighbours) with a ,very, small creek running between them. This strech of grass that I am standing on is the stopbank, and the water is almost at the top of it. I have never seen the water this high here before, it was quite a sight to see.
The entire paddock underwater, the water so high there was no sign of fences or posts.
Nature is indeed all powerful...