Daily Photo – Fenceline at Robinsons Bay

I spent the next few days strolling the streets of Akaroa, rummaging through shop shelves looking for nothing in particular, visiting museums, eating at cafés, walking the surrounding hills, and exploring bays and coves, with the occasional fence line blocking my path. There’s always a fence line blocking the way. That’s the thing about walking in rural New Zealand, if you wander for long enough, eventually you’ll come across a fence that needs to be negotiated. On this occasion it was entangled with weeds and driftwood. It seemed to come from nowhere and disappear into the water. Just what its purpose was, I couldn’t imagine. It seemed to be in such an odd place. But then again, when it comes to the intricacies of rural life, my own farming knowledge begins and ends with knowing which side of the fence I’m supposed to be standing on. And sometimes not even then.