Not a cloud in the sky. Usual breakfast of yoghurt and nuts, this time we added a mango to the mix. Packed up and ready to go to visit Helen. Helen is the daughter of one of Kingswood friends. The driver easily found her drive, but the passenger disputed the location and we had to go off on a little drive, and then back.  Despite the built-up area, the garden was beautifully quiet to sit in, chat and enjoy a cup of coffee. The pet rabbit of one of Helen’s daughters was a bit of an escape artist and rushed past us at intervals.

We parted ways and set off to Coromandel, going the motor way route through Auckland. The roads were busy with traffic, and there was one real hold up because of a previous accident. It had been cleared, but because of the large police presence and the obvious cause of the incident, there was still a huge delay, but totally freeflowing road afterwards.

When we left the State Highway we backtracked 10 km to a nature reserve on the mudflats at Miranda (Pukorokoro Miranda Shorebird Centre). There were a couple of hides, and a woman from the local birdwatchers who supplied three scopes and explanations of the birds on view. One endemic bird was a small grey/brown mud feeder called a Wry Bill. Spoonbills, Pied Stilts, White Headed Herons and Plovers.

We now drove back, heading this time for Thames, crossing the new double way bridge which replaces the long single track bridge which apparently caused chaos during busy periods. In Thames, a long shopping street with mainly closed shops and lots of open liquor stores, we stopped and bought a bottle of Bordeaux, from that well-known French settlement of Hawkes Bay, to accompany the fillet steaks for supper.

Arrived early at the Dickson Park Holiday Camp, where we have a nice grassy pitch and not a lot around us. Today is a washing day, the site’s Maytag machine is loaded and 4 dollars inserted. None of this eco wash, this one is over and done in 35 minutes. Except there was a tissue somewhere in the wash. Oops. Somehow, I suspect it was my fault, but I won’t confess. Drying took two goes.

Quietly drinking a beer in the sun listening to the gentle strum on an acoustic guitar.

A few asides. Everywhere, even in Auckland, there is a cacophony of cricket chirruping from the trees, although we cannot find the critters. Notices on the roads themselves are written as you come up to them, so you read GIVE before WAY. Many of the rolling hills look as though they are terraced, which they clearly are not. R’s first thoughts on the countryside was it all looked so smooth that it must be a golf course. Most bridges off the main roads are single track.