Pete and I had a rare opportunity to get away on our own for a day while we were holidaying in New Zealand recently. When Petes sister offered to look after the girls for the day, it took every ounce of self control not to make a beeline for the door at break neck speed. We managed to contain ourselves until we got into the car and then there may or may not have been a wee squeal of tyres as we drove off.
With both of us having spent most of our time living in the South Island of New Zealand we thought we would do a bit of a tour up the North-land coast to visit some places we have always wanted to see.
After stopping at the Kawa Kawa toilet, we enjoyed a relaxing coffee at The Pear Tree, an award winning restaurant adjacent to the Stone Store. The Stone Store is the oldest stone building in NZ and well worth a visit.
As neither Peter or myself have been to Waitangi we made this our next stop and took the opportunity to have a wander around and learn something of the origin our our home country. These are a couple of the shots I took while there.
The carvings are spectacular and each has a special significance, but as I looked at this one I was reminded of how I feel after a few too many drinks: a little wooden, showing some signs of age, eyes like ‘p’ holes in the snow, and a tongue that feels too big for your mouth.
Next on our must-see-list of was a winery or two in Keri Keri. We stopped at the award winning Fat Pig vineyard but were disappointed to find no one there. We had better luck at the Ake Ake vineyard where we enjoyed tasting several beautiful wines with a full and informative commentary by the winemaker.
The tasting was five dollars or free if you bought a bottle which we thought was great value. We left with two bottles and a mental note to come back. I could have quite easily settled into an afternoon in their restaurant with one of their very tasty bottles of wine. Unfortunately it was my turn driving. Bad luck for me, good luck for the other drivers on the road.
We did the obligatory boat ride to Russell for lunch, but arrived late, and most of the waterfront cafes had stop serving. So after a quick fish and chips on the beach we headed back determined to squeeze as much in as possible. But time waits for no man or women and after a lovely afternoon cup of coffee at the Opua marina boat ramp we reluctantly headed home to the batch having experienced a fabulous day in one of the nicest places in gods own.