Our last push south took us to Cape Palliser, the north island's southern most point. So apart from Wellington city you could say we had done top to bottom. We drove through rolling sheep country to a tiny settlement called Lake Ferry (the lake in question being a saltwater lagoon). We drove a further 15km on an unsealed road to get to the lighthouse. The road at times almost in the sea! We then climbed the 250 steps to reach the red and white striped lighthouse (what with the unsealed rocky road and then mega steps I felt a bit like Anneka Rice, minus the lycra, at this point).
Fishing for their supper were the north islands only resident fur seal colony. There were quite a few just soaking up the last rays of sun whilst others looked like they were just messing around in the waves. Along this stretch of coastline was bach after bach belonging to the weekend Wellingtonian crowd.Our campsite for the night was next to the lake and was 100 yards from the pub which was renowned for their fish so being Friday we couldn't resist some fish & chips (our last lot being back in Freo for Dave's birthday!). Friday night at the pub eh! It had certainly been a while.
On my morning walk to the toilet block I thought how peaceful the lake looked, with the mountains in the background it could have easy been a lock in Scotland.
What we love here and in Oz is that in the caravanning world people make do. You see 50 year old vans everywhere (granted sited and not being towed). But none of this £30k keeping up with the Joneses lark,
very refreshing. If it doesn't leak and still does the job then keep it and enjoy your holidays.
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