Today Tom and I packed a picnic and headed to the beach. The beach closest to our house is on the south coast of the North Island and it’s wild; black sand, lots of rocks, dramatic hills above it, lots of creeks flowing across the road, and wind.
We walked along the 4×4 road past the camp site and wondered if we kept going if we could reach Wellington (Google maps says no). We passed roadside fennel that made the walk smell like aniseed and saw salt sprays sweeping across the water. Afterwards we fogged up the car eating warm bacon and egg pie, hot coffee and cold pikelets with raspberry jam.
I particularly like how the Thermos looks like a lighthouse in this last photo.