Easter Island

Which for us is always Waiheke Island. This year with the good weather and jazz festival on it seemed to be busier than usual with buses, streets and cafes full of people . Apart from Mass on Easter Sunday and coffee and pains au raisin afterwards at the local French cafe in Surfdale spent most of time at the bach in Surfdale or down at the local beach with,occasional forays by bus in to Oneroa to replenish food supplies.

Our visitor from Germany  D's nephew, Klaus who spent a couple of days over there with us the previous week had carried some heavier provisions over for us which was good. Enjoyed a roast chicken with prune and thyme stuffing  and a bottle of rose Lindauer for our Easter meal.

Good friend Pamela visited on Easter Sunday and i enjoyed  her vivacious company and her scrabble playing expertise.

The pathway to the house was covered in feijoas on our arrival , small tart ones this year due to the lack of rain over summer and the strong winds connected with a cyclone elsewhere which brought a lot of them down. Scooped a couple of small jars full of juicy flesh for the freezer to make plum and feijoa jam with and gorged ourselves  on the rest over the weekend until their place was taken by chocolate and more chocolate from Easter Sunday onwards. 

Still have my cute little Ferraro hazelnut chocolate bunny to break open but not for a wee while. 

The good weather has continued and with the late morning tide being just right for a swim we packed a picnic lunch quickly and drove to Sentinel Rd  for a dip in the sea and lunch under the shade of a spreading pohutukawa tree.

With daylight saving over the days are noticeably shorter and it is good to make the most of them.

This is the road from Blackpool to Surfdale.