In Response To Nana J...

Aaaahhh, the Banks Peninsula trek - one of my happiest memories. What a special trip. And how could we forget Pear Tree Cottage? I freakin' loved that place. Remember this tribute?

You might have heard,
"It's raining cats and dogs",
You might have heard,
Of a plague of frogs.
But in Stoney Bay we became aware,
Of the dreaded curse of the falling pear...
The wind changed direction,
The rain came down,
Pears crashed from branches,
With a hell of a sound.
The hail began pelting,
The wind swirled in rage,
The pears, they kept falling,
For what seemed like an age.
A trip to the dunny was too risky to take -
Would these pears ever stop? For heaven's sake!
Dodging the pears from bashing our noggins,
(lest they hammer our heads,
'til our brains become scroggin)
Julie arrived in her bright purple tights,
Avoiding the fruit fall (she got a wee fright)
We put on the tea and sat down for dinner,
(saussies and mash - a bloody winner)
Then snug in our sleeping bags,
We curled up to sleep,
The candles burnt down,
The pears seemed to retreat.
But throughout the night,
The storm kept on roaring,
Until a carpet of pears,
Was laid out for the morning.