A lovely big painting/ poster in a public place detailing the history of this little town called Foxton. Their history evolved around the big river where sailing ships actually berthed.
It was Anzac Day and the town was deserted, shops shut and no cars on the road.
Till we got further south towards Wellington and tons of cars and people on the beaches/
Three good things:
1. There was also a huge windmill here in Foxton - built purely for show and a Dutch connection.
2. Sat on a sand dune reading my book while a young lad strummed his guitar right in front of me.
3. Bought some yummy afghan biscuits for a gift but kept 2 for us.
You got me foxed at first Maggie as I wondered how you had done this !! What a beautiful poster . Hope the guitar strumming was to your taste ,otherwise it could be quite distracting and annoying !!
I like the way the real tree almost matches the one in the painting. Sounds like an interesting and friendly place. And how lovely to be serenaded on the beach. You should have pulled out the mandolin and joined him.
