Kurt of Gerolstein

* My mother says that half the fun of a voyage is the planning of it. I beg to disagree. I’ve passed many a wakeful midnight during these la...

... That its a perfectly good picture That I look better at 12 stone than thirteen and a half That she even believes she spies a muscle Have...

* * I left Nelson and mother at 7.45 this morning. My wonderful little break was, I thought, at an end. Good grief, I thought initially it w...

* * When I go back to Richmond or Nelson, I’m not Kurt Friedrich Gänzl internationally famed, multi-award-winning author and blablabla… I’m ...

* * I first discovered harness racing at the age of 11. My father had been appointed as the inaugural principal of brand new Waimea College,...

January 11 2008 was brother John’s 58th birthday. January 11 2008 was also the Nelson Harness Racing Club’s summer meeting. And I wanted to ...

It’s been a long time between blogs, hasn’t it. Mainly because there wasn’t a lot to blog about during this very indifferent hot-n-cold, gre...

* With the easing of the equine flu restrictions in Australia, Barry and Rosemary were at last able to voyage up to the Hunter Valley and vi...

* Well, its dusk .. and the wee boy has, as promised, a name! Also its a degree or two less frigid. For the moment... So we run (intermitten...

* A bitterly cold night in Canterbury, NZ. Three degrees, and showers of heavy rain. So this, of course, had to be the night that Sally chos...

* Jack and Laura make the acquaintance of Elena de Gerolstein. Still growing and threatening to become an understudy to a giraffe!

* November the fourth is not only a significant date in my life. It is a significant one in the life of my friend, Jack, as well. November t...

* It's November 4. Somehow I've got through a whole year without you. Sometimes it's felt longer than the thirty odd I spent wit...

* 22 October, and here I am -- after two months of Australia -- in New Zealand again, for three months of summer racing, before, in January,...

* Five of the six owners of the splendid mare Rosmarino (5 wins and some $200,00 in prize-money a few years back) got together at a Sydney p...

It’s very nearly a month since I arrived in Barraba, and tomorrow my visit will be over. It will be time to bid goodbye to the now familiar...

I’m sitting in the farm kitchen at Barraba Station. I was outdoors, but the heat these last few middays has been too much to take for more t...

I can’t tell you what a success it was. The meal went with a will. So much of a will, indeed, that one beefy Australian called the second wa...

The Playhouse and the Players If I had to describe Barraba Station over the past couple of days, I would say it is like a scene from Noel Co...