A record of wanderings
Fourteen…..I can still remember her coming out and being covered in vernix.
Smelly had a party yesterday at home, while Dad and the boys made themselves scarce. Was it seven or eight who were there? Games were played suiting the modern teenager, cake is still fashionable, and she borrowed one of Mum’s dresses and looked lovely.
How fitting that with the Olympic games just around the corner, that when we are on holiday and passing through Opunake, on the surf highway, that we came across a bronze of Peter Snell, noted middle distance runner, and son of NZ.
A few days away in North Taranaki, at a place called Wai-iti beach. we were the only people staying on the site. It has converted ship containers for accommodation, as well as pitches for tents and more palatial “cottages”. The site would be too cramped when busy but was good for us. There was a cafe on site which we sampled for one night and found new beer from an organic micro-brewery just down the road. It is mild, not something one gets to grips with much these days.
We enjoyed good walks through the wild scenery, enjoyed the sea views, and took it easy. I started reading the “Little House” series, so now am into real living, and self sufficiency, and after visiting the brewery I am now going to be reading up on brew your own.
Everyone had a good time, and all that walking was good for Joseph’s rugby training.
No one actually ventured into the water, and the day I had the kite ready-no wind.