whare with glen
"glen once dj'd in christchurch. having lived there a lot of his life and playing music as he did he was very much a part of the scene; everyone knew glen. tired of it all he sold his city house and with that money bought a 4 acre bit of heaven in little river. although no doubt very much has been done to beautify the place much of it remains as he found it; no toilet, no shower, only the most basic plumbing, no water heater, no real additions to the charming open cottage... although he did stick a flagpole in the center to hold up a sagging roof.
what is most lovely about this place though has nothing to do with the house. there are even, layered, lawns on the hill above and below and beside; several thriving veggie gardens and fruit trees, pots everywhere bursting with herbs and flowers and in the woods at the edge of it all a perfect, magical creek.
it giggles down the hill. it is the happiest creek in the world, making it's emerald way through moss-covered boulders under trees full of singing birds. the bathtub (which is heated with fire) sits next to this creek beneath a discreet corrugated tin, shanty covering. tiny bridges run over it, connecting the trails that wind back and forth through the woods along side it and on the far side - up the steep hill of his untamed property. there are charming benches and seats in surprising corners everywhere near it, but i chose a broad rock to sit on it's bank and write this now........"
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