The new neighbourhood

This pic was taken across the road from our property — the foreground trees border the lower farm land (yes, we have farm land . . . I’m still trying to wrap my urban-centric brain around that idea) and the brown hills roll up to where our house will be built, tucked away from prying eyes (and cameras!) on the roadside.

The left and right side of the land peels away into more open farm land clotted with ubiquitous herds of sheep, red deer and cows (plus the occasional cluster of flop-eared Nubian goats), and we’re hoping that the area stays as open and farm-ish as it presently is — because it’s pretty much spot-on perfect with its expansive fields, slanting sunshine and rolling vistas.

Not that anything like that can ever be forever guaranteed. People need places to live, and expansive vistas are often carved up into easily manageable and affordable plots, no matter the public outcry.

Besides, I can hardly blame anyone for wanting their own chunk of Arrowtown paradise. It’s one of the most beautiful little cities I’ve ever laid eyes on.

See? What did I tell you . . . that’s a tiny slice of view just about a ten minute’s walk from where we live. And it sits there all unassuming, as if it doesn’t even know how special it is, getting rained on and snowed on and walked past, day after day.


  • Suzanne Keller

    Majestic is the first word that springs to mind on seeing your property, Nathan. And Arrowtown looks quite charming. Am I assuming correctly that the town is only a ten-minute walk from your rustic property? That doesn’t seem possible (looking by the photos), but by your description it sounds like you are relatively close to town, so you’ve got the best of both worlds.
    Thanks for sharing your photos. I clicked through a number of them and they are gorgeous.

    • Hi Suzanne — Arrowtown is, indeed, charming. That’s probably the best word to describe it. It has a lot of historic gold town buildings in the village centre, and quite a few neighbourhoods are filled with the cutest old-style houses with vintage-antique flourishes — I “ooooh” and “aaaah” regularly as I walk past them.

      Once the foliage starts coming back on the trees, I’ll take some pictures of the houses. They’re *adorable*, and rarely come up for sale. Arrowtown is deceptively humble as far as real estate is concerned — but building permits are tightly regulated and no one moves out once they move in.

      It’s really just a small New Zealand town, but the aesthetics are so great (both manmade and natural) that it’s become a hot-spot for bus loads of travellers on photo-tours, especially in the spring and fall seasons.

      From our property, getting into Arrowtown central will be a quick drive by car, but likely a good 40 (plus) minutes if I’m on foot. There’s no “as the crow flies” route to get there, so I have to follow some windy roads and/or biking trails to arrive at my destination.

      The place we’re presently renting while our house is being designed/built is even closer to Arrowtown than our land, and it takes me a good twenty-five minutes to hoof it from there, so adding another fifteen to twenty minutes from our own property sounds about right.

      On a gorgeous day, it’ll be a breeze. On a cold, rainy day, it’ll be a little more work. But still . . . Arrowtown never loses its beauty, even on cold rainy days. I’m just a little more wet and bedraggled as I “ooooh” and “aaaah” my way along . . .