The glorious and sad saga of the driveway from hell

I think my driveway is glorious, but many people hate it. Read for yourself and decide who’s right.

The driveway from the road runs along a valley, winds around a hill, climbs steeply past the orchard and chook house, and finally drops to my house. It’s 800 metres long. (I’ll tell you how I know this shortly.)

It’s home to an unreliable rabbit named Nicholas Augustus, several families of quail that appear each year with their puffball babies, and occasionally a mysterious cat (probably hunting the quail).

Taxi drivers vs the driveway from hell

I travel to Auckland quite often, and the taxi drivers who arrive at the house at 5:30am to pick me up inevitably have one of two reactions:

Reaction 1: What a terrifying driveway! I almost didn’t make it here. Do you actually drive up and down it?

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I lost my rabbit

A rabbit named Nicholas Augustus moved into my driveway. I’ve tried to video him, but so far no luck.

This will be a short post, thanks to the migraine I have coming on. It also might not make sense, which probably has more to do with me than my migraine.

I had a rabbit.

His name is Nicholas Augustus (because what else do you name a rabbit?) and he appeared in my driveway a week ago.

You probably don’t know this, but my driveway is long. Like, 800m long. I know this because the pizza delivery guys measured it, but that’s another story.

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