28/10/2010 by Sarah Ritchie
One distinct memory I do have is from the childhood years I lived in Wellington (New Zealand) and the short walk made from home to school.
We lived at the foot of the Rimutaka Range. Though our winters did not bring snow to ground level, the temperatures were crisp and the air icy fresh. A sunny winter’s morning was incredible – especially if there was dew about. Most transfixing of all were the huge, dew-laden cobwebs dotting the fencelines on my route to school. The webs were like the finest strung necklaces, dripping with liquid diamonds. Once the sun’s rays warmed the ground, the jewels disappeared, and the moment was gone – caught only by early-risers, careful observers and fascinated schoolchildren like me. Missed by everyone else.