"I like climbing on rocks" added Rowan as we went down to the lakeside after noodles but before bedtime
As It was sarahs turn to do bed i finished my book and blogged yesterdays before coming back into the dark field and falling flat on my bum as I sat down on those pub facing each other benches too heavily causing it to tip.
no noise save for the low lwvel trundling of long coal trains going past every few hours full one way empty other.
heavy dew on gRass.
view next morning
Slowly the beauty revealed. Toast was watching mike the night and octonauts whilst browsing 1990 copies of Punch and Womens World before packing up dewey tent and leaving
Kea bird. We met a german bloke at Wanaka whose tent was destroyed by one. They like car window seals too. But very tame
The kind of tunnel thing Is to allow a waterfall to pass over the road without Interfering.
then Arthurs pass
Overtaking sheep trucks at crawling speed going downhill and lots of "are we there yet" we started singing to keep them awake and spirits up.
finally a wild pie with beef cashew and chocolate
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