Last Friday was the monthly day trip for March which we had booked for and I became increasingly worried about going on, in the course of the gale the previous two evenings and days. But then , the Historical Society goes on its trips, rain or shine, and rain it was this time. I layered myself in all sorts of unglamourous and ancient rainwear from the bach to get myself half-dry to the pick-up point round the corner in Elizabeth Street where another couple of drowned rats were waiting at Judith's place for the bus - which necessitated another dash when it stopped at the corner a little while later. However once on the motorway in our nice velvety upholstered bus all was semi-forgotten and before we knew where we were we were at Drury for our first pitstop as they call these coffee and loo breaks. McCafe was the cafe of choice for D and me and we got a nice big bran, carrot and walnut muffin to cheer us up (Wouldn't cheer everybody up !)
On to Ngatea through rolling countryside, all very sodden and green with very little other traffic on the back roads, arriving at Ngatea round 11 in time for the aptly named water gardens. I gave my fellow travellers a good head start of about 10 minutes so I could gallop round in about 3 minutes and not be impeded as I charged around. Which worked fine for the first 2 minutes, when I was left regretting I had not gone back for one of those riduculously big umbrellas and I got WET. There was a beautiful lily pond , a selection of rustic looking seats with corny signs on them, quaint mini-edifices , some bedraggled looking ducks and - a nice dry spotlessly clean beer can museum with nice soothing music in it. The only trouble was, it was the farthest place from the next driest place, the exit! However spent a few minutes longer than I would normally have had, just to show D what happens when collecting gets out of hand (and me too). It was a sobering sight seeing all those empty beer cans especially my favourite (fyi) Lion Red. (I prefer it in a glass out of a bottle actually).
On to the township of Ngatea for lunch at cafes of our choice, as disappointingly for some, we were not able to have the planned fish and chips outside at the world-famous Kaiaua Fish and Chip Shop because of the rain and they didn't have enough room inside for a busload of us. Not to worry - we will all probably live longer with less cholesterol. It didn't worry me. I am philosophical these days about most things, as most of us were.
Then we motored on down to the coast at Miranda to look at the godwits before they wing their way back to Siberia. Not that there were too many birds around - we did see a flock nestled down beside a pond which just could have been godwits, and did see some favourites - seabirds like pied stilts and seagulls.
Spent some time at the excellent visitor centre at Miranda and looked at the displays on the various birds and had time afterwards to walk along the beach a bit and pick up a few shells as a souvenir.
Our last stop was at the Hunua Falls which I been to in my student days. Camp Adair was there and I remember sleeping in very small 2 bed cabins and not getting much sleep . Needless to say the Falls rivalled Niagara Falls (when I first typed it with its typo it looked just like Viagra with an N ) with all the rain and gales we had had, and it was a raging muddy sight with a great volume and noise, all its own. At this point words fail me. But the sun did come out again and by the time we got back to Orewa the tide was in and it was 23 degrees and great swimming weather.
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