"Slow Down. Rural Character Area. Don't burst their bubble" - whatever that means. We were very careful about bubbles after that.
Little tent in a big space. The luxury of camping mid week.
The compulsory first night tipple.
Camp Mothers consider the day, and perhaps another cup of tea.
Glamour breakfast wear, when the sun is already quite high in the sky.
Francie gets her first cup of tea just right, after sleeping through the first wake up calls.
Running repairs on the beach umbrella. An attempt to stop the butter melting.
Bill & Barb (backlit as per Lady Diana) peruse the swimming hole, and estimate the temperature of the water. Response: cold, very very cold.
But really bearable once you get in.
Morning 2. Drizzle. Forecast. Heavy rain overnight - we
are in the Tararuas, with gales the next morning. The decision is made to decamp. Footnote: the forecast was right, but by then we were snug in our own beds.
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