“I thought they would end up in Kansas”

A bit late in the day but update of the New year period. We went camping up the”cup of tea coast”, Quirkes and Rudgleys in convoy. Tents were erected, and BBQ had, and wine and beer drunk, not withstanding the beers nicked out of the campsite fridge by the local trash. The Rs were in the reserve tent-which is no more. We pitched the tents in what turned out to be a wind tunnel on a very windy night, so much so that the Rudgley abode for the night was turned into a pancake when the three sets of poles snapped. There was lots of noise and a stirring speech from Richard in Churchillian fashion, telling his family it was all fine as long as they did as he said and did not open the tent door and create a vortex. Lisa laughed and cried and got up early to amuse Sara, and children turned over and ignored dad. It was decided to move on earlier than planned and the said “quality” tent from the Warehouse went in the bin.
Back to Wellington for New Year’s Eve on the deck.