Grandma has been trying to get to our house for a visit for the last three and a half years. And after a 12-hour trip yesterday with Dad (by train and a really long, delayed ferry trip) she made it.
We’ve got two days to show Grandma and Dad the Wairarapa. We began with breakfast at Cornucopia in Featherston – one of our favourites – and then took a day trip to Cape Palliser. After lots of driving we got to the southern-most point of the North Island and to the Cape Palliser lighthouse. Tom, Dad and I climbed the 250-odd steps while Grandma guarded the car. Here’s a photo of the lighthouse showing how steep the stairs are:
On the way home we stopped for a wine at the Martinborough Hotel. The train travellers had read on their trip that salty chips and pinot gris was a good combination and it’s true. Tonight we took off to the Royal Hotel (Dad’s idea after reading this post) for dinner (which was great again) and to watch the rugby – the first time I’d ever watched a rugby game in a pub. Tom now thinks there’s something wrong with me because I suggested we might do it again.
Here’s some more photos of our day, including seals, pink bulldozers and Grandma at the beach.