George Penney<p><a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/Spotted" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Spotted</span></a> While Roaming in Aotearoa <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/newzealand" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>newzealand</span></a> </p><p>A woman (40s?) is mountain biking by a river. She gets to the top of a big hill and whistles, laughing when a wet and muddy spaniel bursts from the water, belts up the bank and down the hill at her side. Pure doggy joy. Paws pounding the dirt. </p><p>A small human (5?) wearing a serious expression is crouched next to a large spiderweb. She's armed with a Special Scientific Investigation Stick but she's not quite sure what to do with it. So she pokes her younger brother instead. Yes. This type of science is far more satisfying.</p><p>A woman (20s?) in a blue felt hat is walking through a flea market with a spring in her step. She's brandishing two padded coat hangers decorated in lace and ribbons in one hand, waving at friends with the other. Her wardrobe's gonna live it large today! </p><p>A tiny human (1?) has lost her nose! (Oh no!) Dad's holding it between two of his fingers. She stares wide eyed at him, shocked at this anatomical feat, only to chortle with delight when he puts it back, holding up his splayed hand up as evidence.</p><p>A woman (80s?) is sitting on a bench overlooking a park and mountains just on sunset. She's got a sketchpad in her lap, a wooden box of pastels at her side and is hard at work capturing the colours. Her gruntling and snortling bulldog rubbing his face on the grass nearby.</p><p>Any typos spotted in this post are a breed of Exclamation Point Wagging Qwerties. If spotted, please throw an em-dash for them to chase.</p>