Taylor's Mistake

I hiked over to Taylor's Mistake today with my good friend Jude. Yes, it's an odd name for a beach, I know. It's a secluded surfing spot just south of Sumner, Christchurch's most famous beach. The walk over there is up the side of a very steep hill, on paths winding amongst tiny homes nestled like birdhouses on the hillside, then meandering around the point along sea cliffs.

Baches on the beach at Taylor's Mistake.

Crocket the dog.

This was the only time during the entire hike that he stood in one place for more than 2 seconds.

Jude was part of the Scott Base winter crew in 1999, which was also Anthony's first winter. She was the only woman in a crew of 10 and she kept them all in line. I met them both that winter.


On the way back we met Moira the Irish Donkey and her daughter.

It took all of Jude's strength to contain her wriggling and whining beagle. He wanted to play with the donkeys so very much.

Donkeys are cute. I want one.