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Sunday 13 April:

This morning I visited the Nelson Classic Car Museum. There used to be a WOW (World of Wearable Arts) and Collectable Cars Museum at this location, but the WOW section closed down at the time of the Covid-19 pandemic, with the extra area available allowing the Classic Cars Museum to expand and re-open in mid-2020.

There are 150 cars spanning 120 years of motoring, the oldest being ——

—– this 1903 Cadillac, and the youngest being —–

—– this 2024 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. The Corvette is the longest running automobile brand in the whole automobile industry, comprising 8 generations of the model stretching over 71 years.

Homage was also paid to the very first automobile powered by an internal combustion engine via this —–

—– poster of the Benz Patent-motorwagon of 1886.

There was a special area for Jaguar cars ——

—– from the earliest models up to —–

—– the most famous in the range, the E-type sports car (the final version here on the left).

There were loads of huge American cars of the 1950s drive in cinema era —–

—– such as this Plymouth (on the left), as well as a nod to the failed DeLorean (of “Back to the Future” movie fame).

Two large separate buildings housed the collection, with —–

—– the second lot of displays covering many UK and European models, —–

—– with a number of early MGs exhibited here.

The buildings in which the museum is housed used to be the Nelson Car Assembly Plant which operated from 1964 through to 1997, at which time tariffs were removed on the import of overseas assembled cars.

My second visit of today was the Suter Art Gallery in the City CBD area.

On the entrance steps was this sculpture “Accidental Intentions” and in the grounds adjacent to Queens Gardens were several sculptures including —–

—– this one labelled “Crystal Cluster No. 2”.

Of the internal displays three caught my eye, —–

—– this first one being a 2m high larger than life lei where stone and paua shell are laced together alternately, the second ——

—–  this very realistic portrayal of a traction engine, bringing back memories of harvesting on my grandfather Herron’s farm in the early 1940s, and the third —–

—— this painting entitled “Summer’s Farewell”.

I finished the day at the Miyazu Japanese Garden with planting starting in 1990 and opening in 1993. Nelson and Miyazu became sister cities in 1976, and this garden commentates the strong ties between the two.

A range of Japanese trees grew throughout the garden, these being the most unusual.

Water features prominently in the garden, with a typical pond and bridge, ——

—– and these two youngsters looking for eels in the lily pond (they told me they had seen numbers of eels on past visits).

On the way back to the van I was impressed with the Whakatu Marae entrance. Both the Marae and the Miyazu Garden share the same carpark; and are next door to Founders Heritage Park.

Monday 14 April:

It was another sunny Nelson day as I took off for Lake Rotoiti heading cross country from near Wakefield south of the city across to Golden Downs and Top House into St Arnaud. Just before Wakefield I came to Brightwater where Lord Rutherford (Sir Earnest) was born, and explored a grand memorial terraced garden in his memory.

There was this replica of his childhood home in Nelson’s Founders Park ——–

—– and inside the front door this cartoon of “Mr Science” batting away at electrons with a fly swat.

The entrance to the Brightwater memorial led upstairs to terraces full of story-boards on his early life, education, early research and discoveries and the lifetime awards he received – quite a guy actually.

There were other visitors there at the time, and the gardens clearly indicated autumn was on the way.

The Golden Downs forest is where the real geographical centre of NZ is located (as I mentioned last week), but there was no information about this when I checked the history of the area —–

—– on the story boards at the NZ Forest Service (1919 to 1987) picnic area.

Maybe the real Centre of NZ is out there in these trees somewhere. Active logging was everywhere around the locality with “Watch out for Trucks” signs near all the side roads.

There was one real blast from the past at Golden Downs, being —–

—— this sign for the Nelson Pistol Club, here nearly 55km from the city, away out in the back country surrounded by pine forests. What has it to do with the past? Well, how often do you hear the term “pistol” used these days – revolver seems more common. “Pistol” was my nickname over 5 years at Gore High School. All the boys at school called me by that name (teachers and girls were more discerning, calling me Ian).

Just before St Arnaud is the Historic Inn, “Top House”, which was established in 1887 as a way-stop for drovers bringing sheep from Canterbury into Marlborough over the Top House Saddle.

In fact the first Historic Place sign I saw the next day travelling to Blenheim from St Arnaud was —–

—– this cairn recording that the first flock of merino sheep to reach the Wairau Plains was over the Top House Saddle in November 1846.

In St Arnaud I spent the night in the DoC campsite at West Bay, Lake Rotoiti, and was greeted as I parked up the motorhome by a friendly black robin —–

—– who kept fossicking around my feet as I prepared for a late afternoon walk.

There were a few people around, but numbers are dropping as we move into the colder autumn days. The area was clearly special to a lady and her art gear ——

—– as she concentrated on the scenery when I passed by on the track.

Her view of the lake was to the inlet west of the jetty, and from what I could see was producing a very accurate depiction – she is watercolour good.

Tuesday 15 April:

I moved around to Kerr Bay first thing in the morning to access the lakeside walks.

The lake is so peaceful in the early morning  – it is a good time to take a forest walk —–

—– with loud birdsong all along the lakeshore tracks. I took the Honeydew 50 minute return walk amongst the mix of red, silver and mountain beech trees.

Honeydew is a sweet sugar-rich solution produced by a small insect which lives hidden in the bark of beech trees. The droplets of honeydew  form —–

—– on the ends of fine hairs protruding from the bark. Can you spot a tiny droplet in the centre of the above picture? Birds, bats, insects and lizards feed on the droplets, but unfortunately it is introduced wasps that thrive on this food supply during the summer.

I had a lazy morning in Kerr Bay watching people come and go, and was intrigued to see —–

—– this guy try out the lake with his “surf” board and wind sail. The wind had got up quite strong, and he took off away out from the shore but could not tack back against the wind, and spent ages face down on his board paddling back to shore towing the sail behind him.

From St Arnaud I took the main road over the Top House Saddle into the Wairau River Valley and headed for the Lake Argyle freedom camping site for the night. Actually Lake Argyle is shown on the map as Argyle Pond, as it as a lagoon behind a dam which provides water to the Argyle Power Scheme (another of the small local schemes I keep coming across around the country).

As I headed along the top of the dam I could see the camping spot across the low water level in the “pond” with the only other motorhome there for the night already set up in the camp location.

Wednesday 16 April:

Picton was my destination for the day, but at 7.30 there was light enough to find quite a selection of birdlife on the “pond”. Of particular note were —–

—– a group of spoonbill (two shown here) —–

—– and a family of black swan, father, mother, and six white cygnets with their black bills.

The Argyle Power Station was undergoing maintenance, —–

—– so no water was passing down the tailrace (it was just a elongated still pond itself).

My trip to Picton was to take the Beachcomber Mail Boat Cruse to upper Charlotte Sound visiting East Bay and Endeavour Inlet. This four hour cruise began in light rain at 1.30pm, but in the upper Sound it was dry although cloudy.

I parked at the Coathanger Bridge carpark adjacent to the Picton marina, and was able to pay the all-day $6 fee from the van using the PayMyPark phone app that I first used in Queenstown. You load enough credit onto your account to cover the day, dial in the carpark location and time required for parking, and the preloaded info re the van and me automatically secures payment and sends a receipt. [Thursday 8.00am next day I heard a toot-toot car horn sound from my phone and found a text message saying my parking fee was now all used up!!! These phone apps are clever. This all-day parking fee extended 24 hours from 8.00am to 8.00am) ]

While taking a photo of the front of the cruise boat Tiri Cat, the skipper leaned out from the bridge and quietly said to me “look over your shoulder” —–

—— and there was this guy getting ready for his next dive.

Both the Interislander “Kaitaki” and the Bluebridge “ Connemara” were loading up for 2pm sailings as we ——

—– hit top speed (18 knots or 33 kph).

East Bay near the top of Queen Charlotte Sound was our first drop-off location for mail and parcels.

This lady, who has a small farmlet at East Bay, is here unloading bread and chainsaws and booze and whatever else one needs for a few weeks —–

—– in this remote place. You can see the wind was getting up as we headed away while she went to get a trolley to take her supplies home. However, although in exposed water it was choppy, it was still a comfortable ride as we crossed the main shipping channel down Charlotte Sound from Cook Strait to Picton in order to cruise up Endeavour Inlet for mail delivery and hiker pickups.

All freighters (such as this empty log transporter) and cruise liners take this main channel – only the Cook Strait ferries are permitted to use the Tory Channel which is effectively a short-cut to Wellington.

Tawa Cove was a delightfully sheltered little bush-lined bay where the owner had two excited dogs to welcome the mail boat. The skipper always had a treat for these dogs, hence all the vigorous tail wagging as we approached the jetty. There are three sculptures in this photo, only discovered by me as I copied them to place in this email. One is above the head of the man on the jetty, another is on the right bank, the blue shape just above the roof of the white boat, and of course you have probably spotted the larger than life-size hectors dolphin at the left upper centre of the picture.

This resident’s home was modern and looked luxurious – there were many houses scattered around Endeavour Inlet, with all of the modern ones (and I saw a lot) well into the six figures in cost, as building out here is very expensive. All the jetties had large commercial rubbish bins, so council presumably picks up maybe monthly (I never asked).

At Ferneaux Lodge (famous for the disappearance of Ben Smart and Olivia Hope, New Year’s Eve, 1 January 1998) we were allowed to stretch our legs on-shore while our skipper waited to check-in hikers being taken back to Picton with us.

Then a family joined us further round at another lodge jetty – overall we came back with 15 more travellers than the 8 of us who were day trippers. We headed back to Picton, again at top speed, passing a black seal (waving a flipper at us) so fast the pictures I got were quite out-of-focus.

Overall, a really great experience for an afternoon on the Sound.

Thursday 17 April:

In heading along the “wineries road” up the Wairau valley to Havelock on SH62 from Spring Creek (north of Blenheim) I noted that some vines were —–

—– now showing autumn colours while ——

—– grapes on green vines were still being harvested.

In the midst of this long straight road of vineyard after vineyard there was a stand-out alternative attraction I just had to stop and explore, —–

—– a chocolate factory in the middle of the vines.

The working floor was busy, as was —–

—–the retail area with Easter displays. I am not sure if —–

—–this tote bag is a suitable Easter gift.

Further on the road to Havelock (where I have another cruise booked for tomorrow) I got a close-up view of the logging industry in action. Cable harvesting uses a special system to pick-up logs and lower them down the slopes for sorting and loading.

In addition, “slash” (behind the green machine), being the leftovers from trimming the trees after felling, is also brought down the slopes and removed so that heavy rain will not wash that material downhill into streams and rivers causing serious flood damage.

Loaded logs are neatly packed onto truck and trailer units of which I have seen many on the roads since Golden Downs.

So into Havelock, the Green Mussel capital of NZ.

[P.S. I do not like shellfish, so had to find an alternative café for lunch.]

Good Friday 18 April:

It was cloudy as we embarked on the Pelorus Express Mail Boat for the Friday run 57km up to the top of Pelorus Sound where we were fully exposed to the ocean swell.

Some 35 passengers joined the boat at Havelock, 15 of who were on holiday or walking trips and thus distributed around various jetties throughout the Sound as we travelled.

This boat was more modern than the Queen Charlotte Mail Boat of Wednesday – it travelled faster at 20 knots (38kph), and had a fully licensed bar. We had to bring our own lunch, but tea and coffee were provided for helping one-self at any time.

Although we travelled at speed, we could not match some of the recreational fisher boats which raced past us at maybe 30 knots or more.

We picked up speed as we left the low clouds behind over Havelock ——-

—– passing farmland, and forestry blocks, as well —–

—– as mussel farms. There are 700 green lipped mussel farms in Pelorus, each occupying a hectare of sea surface area. Some 200 tonne/day is harvested throughout the year, of which most is exported fresh overseas. Some is freeze dried then powdered and formed into pills used for the relief of arthritis pain.

Outside the forestry and farming blocks regeneration of native forest is occurring, assisted by a huge programme of wilding pine control. If the trees are chopped down then the pine cones release seed which birds can distribute around other areas. So the trees are poisoned by injecting a chemical control into the trunk – this kills both the tree and the cone seeds. However, this leaves a mess of dead trunks sticking out of the bush for years until they rot and fall and the bush fully takes over.

We had some 12 or so stops at jetties throughout the Sound to drop off mail or passengers on holiday. At each jetty we were usually met by the local resident’s dog —–

—– who supervised the unloading, and scoffed up treats —–

—- given out by the boat skipper (here receiving a dog biscuit).

Other greeters on jetties included this woolly dog, —–

—– this fur seal (who took one look at us and jumped into the water) ——

—— and this kunekune pig, who was waiting for us knowing she would get apples and other fruit treats.

We stopped in a quiet bay nosed into a gravel beach littered with driftwood to have lunch. You could either stay on board and eat, or picnic on the shore.

After lunch we got close in to one of the mussel farms while manoeuvring to view a salmon farm.

The huge enclosures holding salmon have nets under and around each pen, with boardwalks for the staff to monitor fish condition and distribute food pellets; The boardwalks around the pens —–

—– attract fur seals who seem to sleep most of the time.

The large “mother ship” servicing the farm provides living quarters for staff as well as compressed air (from those lines floating across to the platform) to power pumps and food distribution equipment.

The most fascinating visit of the day was in a sheltered bay right at the top of the Sound where a “ship wrecking yard” (like a car wrecking yard) was carrying out its business.

The people operating this business would hunt out old wrecks around the NZ coast and either scavenge the bits, or if feasible refloat the wreck and tow it back here for dismantling. They would recover all the metal work and as many good timber items as they could.

This wreck has had a real good going over, and now they are stuck with it, along with other bits and pieces of boats around the bay shoreline.

The whole place was a marine junkyard, but these guys made a living out of it.

Further back down the Sound as we completed our mail deliveries and passenger drops it was head back to Havelock at full speed in the rain.

So ends this set of notes, a six-day version, as tomorrow, Saturday, I head for 3 days freedom camping on the coast east of Blenheim and out of internet contact.

I will be back in Picton for the Ship Cove Cruise up Queen Charlotte Sound on Wednesday 23 April, then again on Anzac Day (Friday 25^th) to catch the Interislander for Wellington. Next week will also be a six-day one as I wind up my South Island travels and head home.

Sunday 6 April:

I did not set my clocks back on purpose this morning as I wanted to get early morning walks in before the forecasted heavy rain set in late morning. So getting up at my usual time of 6am was really 5am. I headed north to Port Puponga at 7am (really 6am) and began the 45 minute Pillar Point lighthouse walk early.

From well down the track I was able to see with the tele-photo lens that the “lighthouse” was just a solar powered light sitting on a column, quite “un-lighthouse” looking compared to the Farewell Spit lighthouse of yesterday

However, as the northernmost lighthouse on the South Island, and located on the highest hill on the coast, it was worth a visit. The walking track was fairly rugged (this view looking back down to the track in the valley) but the views from the top of the hill were great.

From the elevation of the lighthouse I was able to look south to —–

—– Cape Farewell (the Cape being the middle of the three headlands in this view) and —–

—- then east to Farewell Spit. The dark “bump” near the end of the Spit is the trees around the lighthouse there. The tide is getting well out in the inner bay on the right of the spit.

The track entrance stated it was a 45 minute walk one way up to the lighthouse, but I did it in 35 minutes, and 23 minutes back down. I then took a 20 minute walk into the disused Puponga coal mine which closed in 1973 leaving behind —–

—– loads of rusting machinery in the forest which is reclaiming the site.

On the trip back to Collingwood I stopped at a foreshore bird hide, and noted this request portraying a pied oyster catcher sleeping, as it does, on one leg with its head and beak tucked into its feathers.

So I looked out from the hide to find that although the tide was now well out, these birds were still sleeping – maybe they were having the extra hour of sleep that the end of daylight saving provided.

After an early lunch in Takaka I left Golden Bay and headed over Takaka Hill as steady rain set in, cloaking the hill in low cloud as I wound up, then down the steep and winding road. At the bottom of the hill I took a left turn north to Kaiteriteri, which involved more hilly and winding driving and then continued to the entrance to Abel Tasman Park at Marahau. On the way I did a return 40 minute steep walk in pouring rain through bush to the beach at Split Apple Rock.

There were loads of steps down the slope to beach and the track itself was becoming almost a small stream due to the rainfall intensity.

Reaching the beach I noticed how golden the sand was, then beyond it this roundish rock on an islet. So I walked east along the sands to eventually have revealed —–

—– the split in this rock.

The granite in the rock originally had a natural plane of weakness into which seeping water froze and thawed during an ice age 120 million years ago, eventually splitting it into two roughly equal parts. It really is a unique geological feature, and due to the rain I had the beach to view it all to myself.

After changing my wet clothes and footwear back in the van I headed into Kaiteriteri and checked in at 3pm to the Kaiteriteri Recreation Reserve (with its 340 camping sites) for a couple of nights. This will enable me to catch up on laundry and housekeeping, walk the golden sands this place is famous for, and hope the rainy weather clears up before heading for Nelson later this week.

Monday 7 April:

A brilliant sunny day developed as I got stuck into my laundry and routine housekeeping. So by 11am I was out on a beach walk and a look around the Kaiteriteri Recreation Reserve. The Reserve is a Government entity covering 250 hectares overseen by a Reserve Board which maintains and operates the campground, apartments, grocery store, restaurant, mountain bike park, forestry, the estuary and the golden beaches.

There are two main beaches separated by a headland, with this view taken from the commercial area of Recreation Reserve, with the Little Kaiteriteri residential beach beyond the headland.

There were plenty of young folk around taking kayaking lessons and ——

—– paddle boarding as well as —–

—– something a bit faster.

I am more inclined for sedate activities myself, and noted —–

—– the coffee cruise option, as well as —–

—– the Sea Shuttle Tasman Bay Cruise option.

So after a lazy lunch at the “Kaiteriteri WATERFRONT Est 1936”  restaurant and a relaxing time watching the beach activities I got a message —–

—–from a friendly sparrow in the tree at my elbow, ‘is it not time for home?”.

Tuesday 8 April:

I booked a Sea Shuttle Cruise overnight, even though rain was forecast for today, and at 10.30am boarded the Adele II for a trip from Kaiteriteri Beach right up to Totaranui at the top end of Tasman National Park (a 4 hour trip up and back).

There were five of us on the return trip, and a dozen or so folk who were dropped off either 2 or 4 at time at beaches on the way. They would either be day tripping (getting picked up later in the day by another Sea Shuttle) or camping or doing some of the extensive walks available along the full length of the coast.

I got to visit Split Apple Rock again, this time viewing from the water. The tide was fully out. The 5 metre (15 feet) tidal range on this coast right up to Farewell Spit and down to Wharariki Beach and Whanganui Inlet is the largest in NZ.

There was rain on and off all the way up over 2 hours, but fully sunny on the way back.

Passing Adele Island we maneuvered past some kayakers —-

—– to look for fur seals. This one was well up on the rocks above high tide level. There were other seals in the water.

We passed by Cob Loaf Rock, and noted the stone cairn on top, presumed to be a family memorial – one wonders how someone managed to climb up with these stones.

The largest group dropped off was at a beach that had a commercial lodge including restaurant and concierge with quad bike baggage pickup service.

The water here was dark with fine leaf material washed down in the weekend’s storm. This created a problem when we left the beach as the leaf material clogged the cooling water intakes on —–

—– both diesel engines, and required the skipper to delve into each engine bay in turn to clear the intake screens while we wallowed out at sea away from the beach.

After the final drop-off of a couple of trampers at Totaranui Beach we headed home via ——

—– the Tonga Arches [borrowed picture above] where —–

—– the sea has tunneled through the rock in four places.

The final leg of the homeward journey was at high speed in brilliant sunshine.

Wednesday 9 April:

On a sunny morning I was able to get a view back down to the Recreation Reserve from the Kaka Point headland. There was memorial to Prime Minister Bill Rowling on this headland.

One of the Sea Shuttle boats was fronting up to the beach for the first trip of the day, while the Coffee Cruise boat was biding its time (a bit early for coffee at 8:30). Beyond the main commercial area is the estuary which is a haven for water birds.

With the tide out the sand flats were populated with —–

—– spoonbills, —–

—–a white heron, —–

—– a couple of pied stilts, —–

—– and two black shags (who had just been fishing). There was also a white-faced grey heron and a group of grey ducks.

Leaving Kaiteriteri I traveled back to the foot of Takaka Hill and took the Riwaka Valley road up to the Te Puna Wai o Riuwaka Resurgence where the Riwaka River emerges from a spring at the base of a cliff in the Takaka Hill.

The crystal clear waters of the spring are sacred (wahi tapu) to Maori who believe they have healing powers. The carved entrance way depicts two local tribes with the figure in the centre thought to be Hui Te Rangiora, a Polynesian explorer who is understood to have rested here and used the waters to heal himself after an epic voyage in 650AD from the Cook Islands down towards the Antarctic.

A 300m forest walk along the river reveals a cascading torrents streaming over the river bed ——

—– as the climb gets steeper, ending at an overlook into the —-

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—– upwelling flow from the resurgence pool discharging the full river flow.

Thursday 10 April:

It was cold overnight in the Motueka Top 10 Holiday Park, but with electricity hookup for the van the electric heater soon warmed the place up before breakfast. However, it was with some surprise that I found —–

—– there had been overnight snow on the tops of the Arthur Range due west of town.

I used the “Walking Motueka” guide for today’s activities, starting with the Inlet Reserve. Tide was out, but ——-

—– a couple of white-faced heron were busy feeding in the tidal pools.

Across the road from the inlet were the Sanctuary Ponds with their extensive English tree plantings, including —–

—– these plane trees which were turning golden with the first tinge of autumn. In the ponds the only bird life was a group of ducks —–

—– with this one happy to pose for a picture. Meanwhile on land, —–

—– when these three quail saw me they made an immediate dash for the bushes.

After a lunch break at the waterfront I checked out this neat sculpture at the marina ——

—– entitled “Arrivals & Departures – Nga taenga mai me wehenga”. It depicts modes of arrival and departure of “diverse cultures, wildlife and seasons”.

On the foreshore back towards town from the marina is the wreck of the “Jamie Seddon”, named after the niece of Prime Minister R.J. Seddon. Built in Scotland in 1901 as an anti-submarine minesweeper the ship served in both world wars, eventually ending up in NZ and converted to become a fishing vessel for the Motueka Trawling Co (the forerunner of Talleys Fisheries). Becoming uneconomical to operate the company beached the vessel here in 1955 and stripped it of valuable gear before leaving it to rust away. It remains essentially as a tourist attraction.

Someone has laid stepping stones out to the wreck so people can access it at low tide, but there are warning signs on the foreshore stating that deterioration of the hulk is such that rusted portions could break off at any time.

My final walk of the day was to the Raumanuka Reserve where the first European Settlers arrived in May 1842.

This was a quiet, peaceful place with fertile soil used by Maori for growing kumara over many generations into the 1800s and with good fishing in the harbour. The Europeans developed a landing port here to support the miners moving into the local gold fields.

Friday 11 April:

I spent the first part of this morning exploring street art in the Town Centre, including works in the new library and its adjacent park.

This 2014 mural “History of Local Industry” celebrates the local  production of timber, fruit and vegetables, hops, tobacco and fishing. The sign for toasted Riverhead Gold tobacco assures smokers it has “less nicotine therefore healthier, protects heart and nerves, results in no cough or bite”.

The “Tasman ArtWalk” is a project supported by local councils whereby murals and commissioned art is displayed on buildings throughout Golden Bay and Tasman Bay from Collingwood to Nelson. 

An example of the sort of art displayed is this reproduction on a shop wall of Pat Hanly’s painting “Life Goes On”, the original being in the collection of the Suter Gallery in Nelson. Across the street on the wall of Life Pharmacy is ——

—– this work sponsored by the pharmacy itself.

The new Motueka Public Library faces onto a park circled by a pathway that has 55 plaques telling the story of Motueka from earliest Maori occupation to the arrival and settlement by Europeans (one of these plaques is in the bottom left corner of this picture).

Within the library itself I was reminded of the extent to which art works permeated the floors throughout the new Christchurch City Library. On this ground floor building they exhibited art works amongst the bookshelves and computer work stations —–

—– including these Maori poi balls from the ceiling in the entrance foyer, along —–

—– with four snapper around the corner. There was also a “taniwha” whose head is in the far left centre of this picture, but whose body loops twice along the windows (centre left to middle left), and once below the poi in the foyer, and whose tail lies down the wall next to the door centre lower third of this picture.

This guy was really keen to clamber over the wall from the admin office to get at readers in the main area of the library.

I took photos of quite a number of the history plaques, one of which referred the fact that two past prime ministers grew up in the Motueka area, their families being descended from early pioneers – they were Sir Keith Holyoake and Sir Bill Rowling (the latter with a memorial at Kaiteriteri).

On the way south to Nelson I took the scenic route through Mapua and had lunch in the van before exploring the Mapua Wharf complex. All the old warehouses are now —–

—– specialist retail shops, and redevelopment of several wharf sheds has resulted in —–

—– a group of restaurants and eateries (two of half a dozen shown here) which make Mapua Wharf a real tourist destination. There is a huge parking area for cars and motorhomes, and an large area set up with stalls for market days.

The wharf itself is accessed via a deep water channel at high tide —–

—– as shown by this picture from the Maritime Museum located on the wharf.

There is also a passenger ferry which operates hourly to take walkers across the harbour entrance to Rabbit Island where they can enjoy walking tracks before catching a return ferry one or two or three or so hours later.

There are two birds in this picture of the wharf at low tide, the first flying, the second sitting on a pole. However, —–

—– that second bird is actually a sculpture.

Saturday 12 April:

I booked in last evening to spend the weekend at Tahuna Beach Holiday Park where I could look through my back window across Tasman Bay —–

—– to the sun setting behind the Arthur Ranges.

I mentioned last Sunday that the Kaiteriteri Recreation Reserve has 340 camping sites. Well, Tahuna Beach has 605 sites plus loads of cabins and motel accommodation – it is the biggest camping ground I have come across anywhere.

So this morning I set off to climb Botanical Hill on the southern edge of the city where the “Centre of New Zealand” monument is located.

This aerial view [borrowed] shows Botanical Hill and the monument at sunrise. The climb up from Botanical Park at the base of the hill gets steeper and steeper —–

—– as you get closer to the top (just like Rangitoto) so I was really puffed when I managed to find a seat at the summit. But, the views over the city and beyond were really worth the climb.

In the view of the CBD area you can identify notable landmarks such as —–

—– Nelson Cathedral, and to the right of the CBD —–

—– you can view the harbour and —–

—– get a close-up of a large ship in port at the moment.

The monument has a stylus pointing down at a survey mark which is the “centre” for referencing all survey trig stations throughout the Nelson Land District, which is the central Land District in survey terms for the whole of NZ. Hence this location is a survey “centre of NZ” and not the true geographical centre of the country. That is located south-east of Nelson in the Golden Downs Forest halfway between Nelson and St Arnaud.

I was able to take a side-track to an adjacent hill and look back —-

–

—– on the monument, and the steep climbing track nearing the top (centre right), and thus —-

—– get a close-up of two visitors on the viewing platform.

I spent the afternoon at the Founders Heritage Park where the main entrance is —–

—– through this reconstruction of the original windmill which was a feature of the early Park.

There are some very grand buildings such as —–

—– Duncan House (containing displays on early shipping to Nelson) —–

—– and Old St Peters, built 1874 in the central city area and moved here in 1981. It is used for —–

—– special church services and weddings.

As well as buildings there are vehicle displays including ——

—–the inevitable fire engines (the 1867 horse drawn one being behind the left-hand door).

Newman Bros Ltd started horse drawn wagon transport services in 1879 between Blenheim, Nelson and the West Coast, and introduced 9 passenger Cadillac Service Cars in 1911 (with this —–

—– 1923 car in use through to 1935),  and then —–

—– used buses such as this 25 passenger 1947 International. These early vehicles had to be rugged as they were used on gravel roads for years before modern sealed roads were built.

Newmans also introduced air transport to the region, but the only plane on display at the Park was a Bristol Freighter donated by “Safe Air”.

These planes transported passenger cars and freight between North and South Islands through to the early 1960s when the Aramoana Cook Strait ferry service was introduced.

In 1994 Newmans were integrated into the InterCity Group.

Overall this Heritage Park I would rate as one of the best in NZ – great afternoon out.

Sunday 30 March:

This morning I travelled east along the coast from Pohara to the Wainui River Valley in order to visit the Wainui Falls. The road was lined in places by huge limestone bluffs such as —–

—– these at the port area. The road passed through a tunnel between the two left hand limestone structures ——

—– with this view looking through the opening back into the port area.

Not far on was the Abel Tasman Memorial, —–

—– a very tall white marble column commemorating Tasman’s discovery of NZ and his anchoring in the bay here with his two ships on December 13, 1642. Unfortunately his men ran into trouble with local Maori and 4 sailors were killed, leading to Tasman naming this place “Murderer’s Bay”. Tasman then sailed north up the west coast of the North Island, but nowhere were tides and weather suitable to land to replenish water supplies. After leaving land at Cape Maria van Diemen (just south of Cape Reinga) he eventually reached Tonga where they got their first fresh water in months.

The memorial column is quite striking, located as it is on a limestone headland.

The Wainui Falls Track had a warning about using it during or after heavy rainfall as parts of the track could be flooded including the viewing area at the falls. No problem today though. The 2km walk up was a steady climb of 40 minutes (as indicated on the sign), but coming back downhill took only 30 minutes.

The only bird life on the way was fantails again, —–

—– a bird that is always willing to play “peek-a-boo” after chasing insects around you.

DoC is always thorough in placement of warning signs ——

—– but this was the first time —–

—– I had come across such a young child on such a walk.

The forest walk climbing up to the falls was full of nikau palms —–

—– with limestone boulders forming the riverbed alongside the track.

As for the falls, —–

—– at 20 metres tall they were pretty impressive, and well worth the walk. I was gradually wetted with fine spray from the cascade, —–

—– and certainly would not want to be here on a rainy day.

Monday 31 March:

On the way into Takaka after leaving Pohara Beach I spent an hour walking in the Labyrinth Rocks. At the entrance the leaflet holder for maps of the intricate track system was empty –  “you need to take one with you as it will help if you get lost” – so I pressed on using dead reckoning to keep track of where I was, making sure when I got to a specific feature I retraced the path back to the entry point for that sub-track, in many cases avoiding the temptation of going down off-shoot tracks.

The main track ran the full length of the site, with all sub-tracks leading off to the right, with off-shoot tracks leading away in any direction.

Each special feature was numbered, with its name cited on the map (I photo’d the map at the entrance and now, having looked it up, can say that No. 11 is “the camel’s head” – ??).

Here is an off-shoot track, with its own door and window formed naturally from acidic water over millennia dissolving holes in the limestone.

Patterns in the rocks were highly variable, changing from smooth to corrugated.

Once again a friendly fantail adopted me as a companion for the walk, fluttering and flashing around and over me. I was intrigued how he would perch before me on a branch or at my feet, then would flash his tail and take off zip-zapping here, there, and everywhere. “How do you do this” I asked, and he obligingly showed me, “first, —–

—– I raise my tail, second, I spread my wings, and third, I take off”. “OK, I get it” I replied – but he was gone.

After resupply at Takaka Fresh Choice I took off west through Collingwood, then up to Pakawau and turned south on a 30km drive (25km of which was a very winding gravel road and at times extremely rough) passing alongside the shoreline of Whanganui Inlet.

The inlet is tidal, receiving inflow from a quite narrow gap to the ocean, and with the tide just turning as I passed through —-

—– the outgoing tidal flows under this bridge were very powerful.

It was a relief to reach the coast at the mouth of the Paturau River, and spend the night freedom camping right on the foreshore —–

—– with this view from the van window.

Tuesday 1 April:

My reason for trekking so far south on such a rough road was to visit the Mangarakau Swamp Scenic Reserve, the largest remaining freshwater wetland in the Nelson Marlborough Region. Surrounded by farmland created out of forested flats the 400 hectare wetland has remained pretty much intact and contains many rare species of plants, animals, fish and birds.

So after an early morning walk around some of the limestone rock pools exposed by the retreating tide I headed back up the Paturau Valley —–

—– where sure-footed sheep were grazing below the limestone bluffs.

Then on the flats nearby (cattle country) these pine trees had adapted to the windy weather by keeping low to the ground rather than rising tall and straight.

Reaching the Swamp Reserve Visitor Centre at Mangarakau, and after examining their displays, —–

—– I took the Mangarakau Lake lookout track, past Big Pond (above) and —–

—– then to the lake with —–

—– its clear reflection of the hillside in the stillness of early morning.

So after an hour and a half covering two walking tracks it was back to the main road via the 25km dusty gravel bone-shaker road. This is the bridge under which “powerful outgoing tidal flows” were pictured yesterday. Now, with the tide out, it shows the 5 metre tidal range from high tide reaching the bottom of the bridge deck, to low tide exposing the mudflats.

Joining the main road at Pakawau I continued north alongside the Golden Bay tidal foreshore observing thousands of black swans floating and feeding (bottoms up) in the shallow water.

This view of these birds continued for mile after mile as I neared the end of the road at the entrance to the special permit area beyond which only the Eco Tour Buses travelling out to the end of Farewell Spit could go. There are some 14,000 swans here over late summer through to winter, returning to breed in the North Island at Lake Wairarapa every spring.

After lunch I decided to do some bird watching while I waited to get photos of the buses entering the beach for today’s late afternoon tour. This would be the last tour this week until next Saturday as with mid-afternoon high tides from tomorrow (Wednesday) there would not be enough daylight hours to get in the 6½ hour trip. My trip booked for Saturday leaves at 6.30 am.

This lone gannet was flying back and forward along the beach diving into the outgoing tide for small fish ——

—– while this pied shag was diving in front of me then reappearing some 10 metres up the shoreline presumably having had a fish meal while submerged.

There was even a kingfisher taking a break from fishing in the local stream to come out to the shore to see how the seabirds were faring.

Around 4.50 pm the Eco Tour Buses arrived to head a kilometre up the inner bay beach, then across a track through bushed sand dunes to the ocean beach and down to the lighthouse near the end of Farewell Spit.

They pass through a locked gate to gain access to the beach, as they are the only vehicles which have a permit to do so.

Once on the beach their high clearance and 4-WD capability give them ample scope to handle sand dunes and vegetation —–

—– as they travel some 35km east to the lighthouse. The Spit continues 5km beyond the lighthouse to the foreshore gannet colony located just above the high tide line, then another 5km of sand flats to the low tide line.

Wednesday 2 April::

Occasional light rain throughout the night changed to steady rain by 8.00 am. However by 9.30 it eased and I was lucky to get two walks in (totalling around 2 hours) before lunch without getting wet.

The first walk was short, across farmland to Cape Farewell, the northern most part of the South Island, where a DoC notice close to the lookout point urges parents to “keep small children by your side at all times due to strong wind gusts along unfenced cliff faces”. 

Whew, I hope that this warning was a precautionary one and was not triggered by a kiddie being blown off the cliff at some time in the past – the wind was very strong this morning due to the weather system gearing up for heavy rain later today. You can also see a predator resistant fence above the cliff edge in the distance – maybe for shearwaters (certainly not penguins). Actually along the main road foreshore from Collingwood north, and also in Pohara Bay near Takaka, there were warning signs for penguins crossing in several places.

This column propping up the cliff face may not be here for long given the large vertical split visible in this close-up.

The second walk was the much longer one, from a DoC parking area just near the campground I am staying in for two nights. It is the Wharariki Beach and Archway Islands walk across farmland (sheep poo on the track everywhere) into large vegetated sand dunes before opening out onto a huge beach.

In the grassland before the main dune there were two young DoC workers checking out one of their mice tunnels – these use ink tracking cards which record footprints of animals passing through so they can get an idea of numbers around.

The first view from top of the dune was the two Archway Islands (one hiding the other here), so I had to walk south well down —–

—– the beach so as to be able to look back —–

—–to see any arches. This closest island had two arches —–

—– as seen here in close up, but the second island’s arch —–

—– is best viewed from out at sea (with only a peep visible here behind the edge of the inshore twin-arch island).

By the way, the Windows 10 screen-saver on my computer is of a lady running along Wharariki Beach past the Archway Islands. I have only just spotted this as up until now I had no idea where these islands on the screen-saver were photographed. I used to tease Lexie that this is what she would do as she loved jogging on a beach.

Screen-saver version in the setting sun, and ——

—– todays version in dull very windy conditions, taken by chance at almost the same place as the screen-saver version.

The north-eastern end of the beach had a headland and small island that were being buffeted —–

—– by huge seas, with the wind so strong I had to carry my hat for the walk back to the van.

However, although cold and very windy these walks were invigorating. So it was lunchtime when I returned to the van, following which I returned to camp as rain set in mid-afternoon. I am hoping the 450mm overnight rain and flooding forecast for Tasman District will miss Golden Bay where I still have 4 nights to go.

Thursday 3 April:

Pouring with rain all night, so —–

—– had to pack up in the wet and abandon walk plans to visit the Pillars Lighthouse today.

The gravel road out from Wharariki Beach campground was beginning to flood as creeks rose, but —–

—– grazing sheep just moved to higher ground as the swampy area next to the road accumulates the rising waters.

Meanwhile dairy cows alongside the main road back to Collingwood are bits of softies as most hunker down with their backs to the wind and rain.

And the hundreds and hundreds of black swans along the foreshore could now stand on the seagrass flats to graze instead of head-down bottom-up feeding when the shallow tide is in. It is so shallow here that this far up the inner bay the tide goes out some 7 to 8 km.

I arrived at Collingwood for lunch, and later checked into the Holiday Park a day early, as all I could do for the rest of the day was keep battened down against the wind and rain.

Friday 4 April:

The heavy all night rain continued through the first half of this morning, easing off slowly from 11am, with clouds clearing and sun shining by noon. Whew – quite a night with rain and high winds buffeting the van!

I was originally booked on a waterfront site (there is a power take-off pole by the bench left of the tree) but Reception said “we will put you back on the grass where it may be more sheltered” – it wasn’t really.

So it was with relief to see the hills over the bay from 12 noon as cloud cleared and sun eventually came out hot and humid.

Collingwood is a small village-like township, with this the largest commercial place (other than the pub) —–

—– which includes the lot next door, the whole complex having a distinctly “hippy” flavour.

For a more conventional experience I went to main café in town —–

—– located in the old courthouse building (its name obviously has to be “The Courthouse Café”).

Saturday 5 April:

Up at 5 am, report to Eco Tour depot 6 am, and away 6.20 am to the ocean beach to travel down to the lighthouse at Farewell Spit.

Sunrise on the ocean beach at 7.50am with two oyster catchers, which pair up for life.

There was a huge flock of these birds along the beach, having their breakfast of tua tua – they are pied oyster catchers with their white belly,

Beach glowing pink at the sunrise stop.

Part of a sperm whale skull and jaw-bone from a 31 October 2024 stranding. We were unable to get out of the bus to view it as apparently there is still an unbearable stench from decaying flesh in the sand. Many bones have been washed down the coast as tidal activity shifts them.

We got our first good view of the lighthouse from the ocean beach at 20 past 8, but reaching it involved travelling across soft dune sands —–

—– which bogged us down until a lot of shovel work and a hard push on the empty 4-WD bus got us out onto the hard standing in the lighthouse area.

The first lighthouse was was erected on a timber tower in 1870, but in 1897 this steel lattice structure replaced the decaying timber frame. The kerosene light shone through a special Fresnel lens —–

—– with the surface of each curved glass panel having to be cleaned daily. The original lens system here is in storage awaiting restoration and display.

Did you notice how the four feet of the tower are painted red up to about 6 feet in height? Well this came about in 1995 when Peter Blake began wearing red socks during the victorious America’s Cup races, and the whole country bought into this idea and began wearing them. The lighthouse keepers decided to paint the legs of the tower red as though they were socks, and this tradition has remained with every re-paint.

During the 9am morning tea break at the visitor centre (in one of the original lighthouse keeper’s dwellings) we had an explanation by one of the two drivers on how the light was powered over the years, from kerosene lamp, to a 50 watt electrical bulb using generators, then mains cable down the 35km length of the spit, to now 6 tiny LED lamps with dinner-plate size reflectors powered by solar panels. In the 6.30am dark on the way up the inner bay coast we could see the light flashing on the skyline across the bay every 15 seconds.

On the way back we climbed the tallest sand dune on the spit to get a view back across the inner bay and mountains beyond.

It was like a bunch of climbers getting to Everest at the same time

I took time out to photo one of the sperm whale vertebrate (which had been washed down the coast and landed up near the foot of the dune) —–

—– as well as one of the many wind-blown patterns in the sand. The strong wind was continuously blowing sand over the edge of the dune, and we were told that these dunes keep moving east at 30 metres per year.

After leaving the beach and the inner bay back to the main road we took a side trip up to Cape Farewell which I had visited in dull windy conditions on Wednesday.

Wednesday I walked up the 300 metres from the public parking area, but this time we were driven up the sheep tracks from the parking area in the buses.

Cape Farewell was named by Captain Cook as he left NZ in March 1770 to cross the Tasman to Australia. He also named Farewell Spit.

So, it was farewell from the Eco Tour bus as we headed back to Collingwood to arrive at 12.45 pm, with time for lunch at “The Courthouse Café” before finishing off these weekly travel notes back in camp.

Tomorrow, Sunday, another travel week starts, and you will read all about it next Saturday.

Meanwhile, an extra hour of sleep tonight with Daylight Saving putting clocks back an hour at 3am tomorrow.

Sunday 23 March:

I started my Saturday visit to Blackball at the original 1898 to 1938 mine workings where —–

—– coal was transported by an aerial ropeway until 1910 when rail service was provided.

Apart from the boiler chimney on the hillside the rest of the coal processing area was concrete foundations and rusty metalwork. The was a sign pointing to “Mine Walk” that turned out to be —–

—– a steep 30 minute climb involving around 10 zig-zags to emerge —–

—– to a hill-top viewing point over Blackball township and right out over the Grey River valley. [It took 20 minutes on the downhill return walk.]

Blackball is famous for the February 1908 miners’ strike when 7 of the men refused to adhere to their 15 minute lunch break and took 30 minutes in spite of a warning to return to work. When they were fired the local Miners Union came out in support and called a strike insisting the men be reinstated without loss of pay. With all mine work stopping men resorted to sports and hunting and gardening with workers’ unions throughout the country raising funds to support the Blackball families. The standoff continued through to May when the company finally caved in and agreed to reinstate the sacked seven.

The formation of the Federation of Labour grew out of the strike, with Bob Semple a leading figure who eventually became a Labour politician and the 1942 first Labour Government’s Minister of Public Works.

This mining museum was set up during the 2008 commemoration of the 100^th anniversary of the strike. Included in the outdoor displays are ——

—– a group of six miners’ huts and this memorial wheel. The huts are fully kitted out with belongings associated with named early miners. The names of all miners on the coast who died in mine accidents since 1990 (including the Pike River victims) are inscribed on ceramic plaques around the circumference of the winding wheel from a mine poppet head.

Monday 24 March:

In December 2024 the “Pounamu Pathway – Journey to a Land of Legends” cultural experience was opened in Greymouth. This immersive digital storytelling self-guided journey is a Poutini Nga Taihu  (people of the West Coast) venture in collaboration with Weta Workshop.

The Mawhera Pa building featuring the experience —–

—– is right near the centre of town, —–

—– and I spent 1½ hours taking in the stunning visual and sound based stories of how pounamu (greenstone) from the West Coast found its way to the North Island and across to the South Island East Coast on pathways via sea and via mountain passes.

From the 1770s to the early 1800s Te Tai Poutini (the Maori name for the West Coast) was the battle ground —–

—– over this rich greenstone (pounamu) resource, with the eastern Ngai Tahu sending war parties across the Alps to attack the western Ngati Waitangi, custodians of Te Tai Poutini.

Tuhuru, “a giant in stature and an awesome warrior” was the paramount leader amongst western Ngai Tahu tribes who defended their custodianship of the precious pounamu. This figure portraying Tuhuru was huge and incredibly lifelike.

You can see his figure’s real size with these other people present.

There was also a 15 minute digital video projection of a day in the life of Mawhera Pa residents where the camera moved around the shoreline (as here just prior to showing the fishing canoe on the right being launched) with children and adults on the beach and planting in their gardens, and with whare and pataka in the background. Archeologists knew the layout of buildings for the Pa and Weta Digital was able to thus create a pretty effective  presentation of community activities over a 24 hour period.

I then set off north up the coast from Greymouth passing through the coal-town of Runanga ——-

—– where the “Miners Hall” presented a statement that no longer would the mine owners be able to ride roughshod over the rights of workers. This hall, dated December 1908, is typical of halls in other mining towns following on from the February to May 1908 Blackball strike and the rise of the Miners Unions and Federation of Labour.

The coastal drive north to Westport has beaches and headlands with offshore rocky outcrops for mile after mile, a far more spectacular drive than the road north from Haast. I stopped at several headlands to —–

—– capture the best wave action I could.

I made it to Punakaiki and the Pancake Rocks and Blowholes in time for some early afternoon refreshment before my walk —–

—– and this guy came right up to my elbow with a covetous glance at the ice cream I was enjoying.

The tide was out so there was no action on the blowholes, but the pancake rocks were crisp and clear —–

—– as was the activity in the surge pool where the waves barrel in through a tunnel under ones feet.

The DoC Visitor Centre was under construction in April last year when I went through, and now is finished with a cultural immersive experience attached ——-

—– which tells of the legendary origin stories of how pounamu came to be on the West Coast. Although the entrance way looked enticing I did not have the 1 hour available this late in the day as I wanted to get north of Westport to Granity School before sunset.

I made it to the primary school grounds in Granity late afternoon and could see that the end of the school building had been shortened very recently ——

—– and that huge new boulder seawall protections had been installed to check the foreshore erosion impacting on the school grounds and building. Granity School and Village has been in the headlines several times over the last 20 years as huge storms have threatened to destroy both the school and foreshore dwellings.

It was then time to head a few km up to Hector to a freedom camping spot close to the beach, —–

—–and watch the sun go down while having tea.

Tuesday 25 March:

I left Hector and after some morning photos of the Granity School coastal protection work travelled through Westport heading for Murchison. There were two places of interest enroute through the Buller Gorge —–

—– the first being Stitts Bluff, where there is one-way traffic under an overhang cut out of solid rock —–

—– as best viewed from Kilkenney lookout, and the second being Berlins ——

—– where alongside the roadside café and campground there is this sculpture of a sand-fly equipped with knife and fork, ready for a meal of any café patron game enough to eat at the outdoor tables.

Wednesday 26 March:

It was a dull morning when I set off up a side valley from Murchison that showed on the map a walkway at the end of the road, but what I found was that the walkway was along an ancient water race servicing the Six Mile power station that first provided electricity for Murchison township in 1922.

This now disused facility is six miles up valley from town, and is guarded by a black sheep and two white companions (over at the fence). The water race intake was a 1.4km forest walk from ——

—– the top of the penstock feeding the power house turbine ——

—– to the intake weir constructed above the first of several water falls high up on Six Mile Creek. The water race (leading away from the weir to the left of the picture) ——

—– had a control gate that could be shut down if the penstock flow had to be stopped for any reason.

Inside the power house the generator (in the foreground) coupled to the flywheel —–

—– and turbine (in the background) looked in excellent order, even though the station closed in 1975.

And those sheep? Well, when I came back down from the top of the penstock to have a look inside the powerhouse the black sheep and two companions came trotting right up to me as though expecting I had some sort of treat for them —–

Meanwhile —–

—– a fantail was dashing around the four of us —–

—– laughing at the sheep, “you’re not going to get anything out of him”.

.From Murchison I travelled up to Lake Rotoiti to spend the night at a DoC campsite, and spent a lazy end of day sitting on a bench soaking up the sun while watching swimmers and boaters enjoying the water —–

—— and batting away the sand-flies seeking any bare skin they could find.

Thursday 27 March:

I travelled back down the road from St Arnaud and Lake Rotoiti first thing to the Kawatiri Junction and joined SH6 on its way from Murchison to Nelson. This was the end of the original passenger railway from Nelson leaving 75km to join the mainline at Inangahua unfinished.

Construction started in Nelson in 1873 and reached the Kawatiri siding here in 1923 after stops and starts affected by construction delays, WWI and financial constraints.  The one tunnel on the line is a 20 minute return walk from the above siding.

The tunnel, completed in 1923, is 185 metres though granite rock, and was a major challenge for construction workers.

The Hope River rail bridge entrance from Kawatiri to the tunnel has been replaced —–

—- by a walkway bridge. The main use of the line was to service farming communities from Nelson to Hope (which is a few km up the road from Kawatiri) but it always ran at a loss, and it was decided to close it in 1955. This was strongly resisted by the community who had lobbied for many years for the line’s completion south to Inangahua. When a demolition train arrived from Nelson in September 1955 —–

—– a group of 9 women sat on the line for a week in protest until they were arrested and taken away so work could proceed.

After my walk on the rail-trail I travelled north to take the direct inland route to Motueka instead of heading for Nelson and up the coast, and was intrigued to spot —–

—– this sign next to —–

—– these three bright roadside items (I hear you say “not another set of outdoor sculptures?”)

The “garden” was several hectares in size with dozens of weird and wacky “sculptures”, a large number developed from split or shredded or shaped timbers. Examples were —–

—– colourful clusters ——

—- or naturally weathered pieces —–

——- or chunky bits —–

—– or splits —–

—– or spikes.

It was quite a relief to come across a more conventional piece titled “Lean on Me”.

I met the artist in his gallery —–

—– where I asked him about the wall hanging “Make Art Not Beef” of which I had seen in other material elsewhere on the property, and he explained they also have a small farmlet with 40 beef cattle as another income source. The male figure carrying a brief case is not the artist, but a mannequin clothed from hat down in thin dried lemon and orange slices (!!!).

Friday 28 March:

I managed to get to Motueka last evening in time to get a freedom camping spot at —–

—– their Beach Reserve where autumn colours are beginning to show —–

—– as the sun rose over Tasman Bay at 7.45. It was then time to get on the road over Takaka Hill into Golden Bay.

First trek of the day was to Hawkes Lookout near the top of the Hill —–

—– where you could see right out over Tasman Bay to Richmond and Nelson with the mountains of the Bryant and Richmond Ranges stretching across the skyline from Pelorus on the left to St Arnaud on the right.

At the next lookout I discovered the entrance gate to Ngarua Cave Tours so took the access road down the hill a couple of 100m to find I was just in time for the 45 minute 10am tour.

So I kitted up at the tour office (overlooking Tasman Bay) —–

—– to find that I was the only person on the first tour of the day (there were 10 people waiting for the 11am tour when my guide and I got back).

Being near the top of the hill the cave system was dry, which meant that the stalactites and stalagmites were of a different character than those in wetted cave systems such as Waitomo and Te Anau.

They were chunky, forming what was termed limestone coral as individual drops of water from groundwater seepage slowly evaporated leaving the mineral content as dried out small noodles.

Lots of bones from small and large moa have been found in locations where the birds had inadvertently fallen down a tomo into the depths of the cave (there were even kiwi bones). There were smaller bush moa as well as the very large birds (see the huge leg bone on the left).

A highlight of the 300m walk through the depths was the great cavern with its 1,000s of coral and very thin “straw” stalactites. My guide sang a waiata which resonated beautifully in the splendid acoustics of this space.

We exited the cave system via a very steep ladder up through the original tomo where the cave discovery was made in 1870.

Overall I would rate this cave experience top of the three systems I have visited (the other two being Waitomo and Te Anau).

After the cave visit it was down the road on western side of Takaka Hill looking out over the Waitui valley leading to Golden Bay.

Like the eastern side the road is very steep and winding, and it was a relief to see the valley floor getting nearer.

As it was only 11.30 am I drove through Takaka and up the Pupu Valley Road to the Pupu Springs (full name Te Waikoropupu Springs).

The entrance way to the Springs walk was pretty impressive with loads of ——

—– excellent story boards and artwork.

The 30 minute forest loop track took you to two viewpoints, first —–

—– the large pool in which there were three areas of strong bubbling up water —–

—– where you could clearly see the source emerging from the 3m depth to the pool floor, —–

—– and the “dancing sands” pool where it was impossible to get a photo of the sands through which the spring water bubbled up.

Leaving the Springs area I noted a gravel side road signposted Power Station walk – “not another local scheme” I thought. So 4km of narrow dusty road took me to the Pupu Hydro Scheme, originally developed in 1929 to service Golden Bay. Once the Cobb River Power scheme opened in 1944 the Pupu unit was kept serviceable as a backup system until 1980 when a burnout of the generator stator closed the station down. The following year the Pupu Hydro Society was formed and over the next 7 years this volunteer group completed a restoration of the power station.

It was only a short bush walk to ——

—– the power house sitting on the valley floor ——

—— and fed by a penstock which delivers water down the hillside from a 1.7 km water race along the top of the valley ridge (similar to the 1922 Six Mile power scheme at Murchison).

Even the turbine, flywheel and generator (the latter two visible on the left of this photo) were similar to the 103 year old generator system in the Six Mile powerhouse.

So, back to the main road through this ford ——

—– and to Takaka, and then to Pohara Beach and the Top 10 Holiday Park for the weekend.

Saturday 29 March:

The limestone walk at The Grove was vegetated almost entirely by —–

—– nikau palms which grew within, around and —–

—– on top of the limestone rock structures.

It was a steep climb up past massive formations ——

—– to a shoulder width defile leading to ——

—– a viewing platform high up within the bluff —–

—– and looking out over Golden Bay and the mountain ranges in the Kahurangi National Park to the west.

So it was a modest walk today, with a big one planned for tomorrow, Sunday.

Sunday 16 March:

A bright sunny day attracted loads of families to visit the Willowbank Wildlife Reserve in the northwest Styx area of Christchurch. This facility is quite different from the Orana Wildlife Park I visited during my Week 2 stay in the city. Orana  was like an open-range zoo with long walks between animal enclosures. Willowbank is a compact area of boardwalks and tracks around ponds, lawns, gardens and bush enclosures, and configured into three zones;

• Wild NZ (with 18 types of  NZ and overseas “residents” from eels, water fowl, deer, wallabies, iguana, otters, gibbons, lemurs, tortoises);
• Heritage NZ (with 13 types of domestic and wild donkeys, pigs, chickens, goats. cattle, sheep, rabbits, all within a barnyard environment); and
• Natural NZ (18 areas for mainly native birds, including a kiwi house where you were “guaranteed” to see at least one of their 3 resident kiwi).

At the reception and ticketing area you could purchase a feed “bucket” (the green topped plastic containers with handles for kiddies) or a food packet to assist in making contact with those birds/animals where there was a sign “Feed Me”. [There were lots of species where the signs said “Do NOT feed me”).

Kiddies of all ages had no trouble interacting with the animals, whether it was fallow deer —–

——  or an Arapawa goat, an animal thought to have been brought out to NZ in early settler ships and now resident only on Arapawa Island in the Marlborough Sounds.

There were several unusual geese in the displays, including ——

—– the Sebastopol Goose from Europe with its curly feathers, and —–

—– the Cape Barren Goose from Australia. It is not common in NZ and makes a double-note pig-like grunt earning it the nick-name “pig goose”.

On the unusual animals side is the Capuchin monkey from the Americas ——

—– thought to be one of the world’s most intelligent of the monkey species. A great hit with the visiting kiddies was —–

—– the mother and baby Capuchin. Moments after this photo was taken the baby reached down and grabbed the piece of carrot from under mum’s elbow to yells of delight from the watching children.

Kune pigs were a favourite for feeding.

All the young lad on the edge of the picture had to do to feed this lot was —–

—– to drop the food pellets straight into the open mouth. Those animals which can be fed by visitors know the drill, and when people are around they line up expectantly —–

—– such as this Waipu goat, who is quickly rewarded —–

—– as is his partner. The Waipu is derived from Angora goats which escaped into the wild near Waipu in the late 1800s and became feral. They are the world’s rarest goat breed with less than 40 breeding animals domesticated.

So, did the guarantee re seeing a kiwi eventuate for me? Yes, but only because I stayed much longer in the kiwi house than most other visitors. It takes over 15 minutes to get one’s eyes accustomed to the dark, with low level red lamps the only lighting. There was no floor to ceiling glass between kiwi and viewers as in the last two kiwi houses I have visited, just a glass “fence” topped with a rail at breast height so you could peer over into the forest floor and watch for movement.  When a large kiwi moved into my view and scurried around feeding in the undergrowth for over ¼ hour I was able to whisper and point to others arriving in the kiwi house, “over here, over here”.

Monday 17 March:

On Friday during the wheel bearing replacement at Team Hutchinson Ford they discovered both front wheel brake linings were worn out, so booked me in for today. I therefore took the van in for service from 7.30am, carried on site-seeing till 12noon, drove the repaired van back to the holiday park, and then bussed back into town for the rest of the day (just as I did on Friday).

My objectives today were an in-depth look at Turanga (the new library) and to visit Te Puna O Waiwhetu, the Art Gallery. The library was unlike most libraries I have visited in the past, with loads of art work ——-

—– including at the main entrance these “urban sheep” which are —–

—– part of the City Council’s “Enliven Places” programme for delivering public space art works throughout the city.

Although books are the staple information source ——

—– there were computer stations everywhere, and ——

—— reading areas with comfortable chairs/sofas, plus cultural displays (Gay Pride exhibits and no Brian Tamaki “heavies” around) and —–

—– a Persian New Year display (Happy Nowruz).

And then there was an alcove where videos could be shown on a large screen. It was showing a 2023 dance film collaboration between a crochet artist and a choreographer to present a Maori world view through dress and movement. 

Dancers wore crocheted dress items and carried crocheted artefacts with crocheted panels and figures in the background, including —–

—– this figure here.

I was also told to visit the fourth floor outdoor garden to get a view of the city. With a post-quake building height limit of 28m set for most of the city, rebuilds were from four to six stories in height depending on the ceiling height set by the architects. The Turanga building had high ceilings, hence only four floors.

The roof garden views (see reflection in the window on the right) set out the variety of buildings filling the city from the new 4 to 6 story ones and the older high rises that survived the quakes and were able to be refurbished and strengthened at their original height.

The Art Gallery was once such survivor, having been constructed to modern earthquake building standards, with its external glasswork ——

—— remaining firmly braced by clever design (view looking directly up from my lunch table in the café).

In addition to a wide range of exhibitions inside the gallery, such as this ——

—– water sculpture “Fountain in Transit” in the main foyer, there was the notable outdoor sculpture —–

—– that has been a feature of the Christchurch art work scene for decades.

On my walk four blocks back to the bus interchange through the after-work crowds heading for the evening bars and restaurants, I noticed a large group of people on the River Avon access steps near the Bridge of Remembrance.

They were feeding Tuna kuwharuwharu, the longfin eels that live in the Avon at these steps.

Tuesday 18 March:

Leaving Christchurch for Waipara I managed to get in two wetland walks (around 35 minutes each) plus a sculpture viewing before forecasted heavy rain set in from late morning.

The Styx Mill Conservation Reserve challenged one to observe some 8 waterfowl species, but although I saw  —–

—– one Australian coot (above) and one female Paradise shelduck on their extensive pond areas —–

—— it seemed that Canadian Geese (not on the 8 bird list) had taken over as the main residents.

The second wetland was near Kaiapoi, the Otukaikino-Living Memorial, being a collaboration between DoC and Lamb and Hayward Funeral Directors which since 1992 have facilitated planting of this culturally significant area sacred to Ngai Tuahuriri Romagna. Over the years a native plant has been provided for every funeral conducted by Lamb and Hayward, with a volunteer group doing monthly plantings.

The wetland walking loop has ——

—– picture boards showing pre-planting views which ——–

—– you can compare with the current view today.

There were no waterfowl on the ponded areas at Otukaikino, but plenty of song birds in the short forest walk from carpark to wetland.

The Fanfare Sculpture was my final visit before travelling in rain to Waipara for an overnight freedom camp at Glenmark Reserve.

This distinctive 20 metre diameter globe is placed at the beginning of the main motorway entrance to Christchurch which starts near Kaiapoi. It was originally hung below the Sydney Harbour Bridge to mark New Year 2005, and then was gifted to Christchurch City by the City of Sydney in 2007. It was reassembled here in 2015 by the City Council in collaboration with the designer, NZ born sculptor Neil Dawson.

There are 360 stainless steel fans (each 1.5 metres diameter) of which there are always some spinning whatever direction the wind is coming from. These remind me of the plastic windmills on a stick we used to run around with on A&P Show Days when I was a kid.

Wednesday 19 March:

I seem to be having a sculptural feast this week with today’s visit to ——-

—— Iron Ridge Quarry sculpture garden 11km west of Waipara up Ram Paddock Road  into the Waipara River Gorge.

This old lime quarry was purchased by Raymond Herber in 1997, and after bringing in 170 truckloads of topsoil to “sculpt” and landscape the quarry floor set up his metalwork sculptural  workshop, extending the skills he used in producing large metal sculptures for the new Te Papa in Wellington. He and partner Heidi live on-site in their home alongside the workshop, with Heidi tending the grounds while Raymond carries out commissions for clients local and international.

This stainless steel Clydesdale is a “flagship” feature of the park —–

—– which is sprinkled with dozens of steel and iron works ——

—— including this “Dandelion Flying” sculpture.

Scattered around the quarry floor garden as well as the hillside walk are limestone sculptures from guest artists, these selling well according to Heidi (this one priced at $1,050). The hillside walk provided a view out over the Waipara River Valley, with this view —–

—— framing the highest sculpture on the hill above the workshop area. Those hills in the background provided an interesting perspective on the Waipara River Valley.

They almost seem to have been painted by a landscape artist.

Thursday 20 March:

Today was a lazy day walking around Hanmer Springs after overnight rain cleared in the morning, then after lunch continuing my sculptural feast by walking the Forest Amble Sculpture Track.

Hanmer was established as a spa resort in 1860 by the Government, which then in 1897 opened a sanatorium to take advantage of the “healing waters and alpine environment” to treat sickly people. After the sanatorium burnt down in 1914, it was replaced in 1916 by —–

—– the Queen Mary Hospital to treat wounded soldiers from WWI. It continued as a military hospital during WWII, then under the national hospital service as a treatment facility for drug and alcohol dependency up to closing in 2003.

The Hot Pools were used by the hospital over many years to help patient recovery, and no, I did not use them – this photo of one of the outdoor pools was taken through the back fence.

I then discovered on an information board at the Hot Pools that the Hanmer Heritage Forest had a Forest Amble Sculpture Trail. OK, I was up for another dose of sculpture viewing so off I went. The  Heritage Forest was established by the NZ Forest Service in the early 1900s in experimental trials of introduced exotics to study those best for the NZ environment. Today Ngai Tahu owns the wider commercial Hanmer Forest of which the Heritage section comprises 204 hectare.

Sculptor Andrew Lyons of Christchurch used timber from a redwood tree that grew outside the Hot Pools facility to create a series of wooden sculptures along the 1 km circuit. I teamed up with an Australian couple form Perth to spend around an hour ambling along in the quietness and windless ambience of the forest with sunlight touching the tops of the very tall trees above us, and birdsong all about us. Here is a selection of what we found.

First, at the entrance, we were greeted by a dog on a tree stump, and —-

—- were invited to “follow the dog” around the walk. A picture of this dog was attached to trail markers throughout the walk.

After we passed couple of very large squirrels I was the first to spot ——

—- these wooden fantails in a tree above us. From then on we kept looking up as well as around to spot whatever might come next, like this —–

—– climbing bear.

Depictions of NZ wildlife included ——

—– this falcon, and ——-

—– this iguana.

Overall the 15 sculptures (singles and groups) were an absolute delight, set amongst Corsica Pines, Austrian Pines, European Elders, Norway Spruce, European Larch and Macrocarpa, with an understory of sycamore, silver birch, rowan and cherry, some of which were starting to show autumn colours.

Friday 21 March:

Leaving Hanmer Springs you reach SH7 north to Lewis Pass by crossing back over the Waiau Gorge river bridge to then travel up the Waiau Valley.

The Waiau Valley is broad as is the braided river that covers a large part of the valley floor.

The Gorge has this 1887 wrought iron one-way bridge providing the only road access to Hanmer. [The original wooden bridge of 1864 was destroyed in a northwest gale in 1874.]

The road up to Lewis Pass has an imperceptible upward grade through mostly open country with tussock river flats until suddenly there is a sign for the pass, and then there is a steep forest lined descent down to Maruia Springs and Springs junction.

This descent provided views of the rugged country on the western side of the pass, which then flattens out at ——

—– Marble Hill Conservation Area where I stopped for lunch, and a bush walk to ——

—– the “Sluice Box”, where the Maruia River squeezes through a narrow rock-lined channel.

From Springs Junction the road branches either north on SH65 to Murchison, or continues as SH7  northwest to Reefton. I stopped off at the entrance to Reefton township to have a look at the old powerhouse and generator restoration work that was in progress last April when I went through. Reefton was the first community in the Southern hemisphere to receive reticulated electricity.

The original power scheme was commissioned in August 1886 and went through two upgrades until it was decommissioned in 1946 with the arrival of main grid electricity. The current project has spent over $3 million to install a new 220w turbine to again supply the township of 1,000 people (same size as in 1886) with local power, and at the same time they have upgraded the ruins of the original station.

A new timber flume will carry river water from well upstream direct to the turbine in the generator building (or powerhouse) on the river bank – the scheme is not quite completed yet with opening date still to be advised.

Display panels with a frame through which you can take photos provided an overview of the new scheme.

My photo through the last frame shows the new red painted power house and alongside (towards the camera) the grey mock-up of the original 1886 turbine fed by a black pipe.

Reefton’s main street was spick and span with bright buildings and verandahs hung with flower baskets.

Fancy a pizza delivered by TukTuk?

Saturday 22 March:

Had another “that looks interesting” moment today when I saw a sign “Historic Gold Mining Town – 17km” about 8.15am on my way south from Reefton. I presumed it would be a winding gravel road into the bush, but the first 10km were on a one-way sealed road with freshly mown verges to the fence line on both sides of the road, and which took me to —–

—– Blackwater Historic School. The building is being restored in stages (new paint on the entrance porch)  but inside the school room, with desks and children books and papers all around, it looked like they were in class here this past week.

It was the sign at the school entrance —-

—– that had me scratching my head in a “will I or won’t I” moment. The “will I” won out and off I went on —–

—– a gravel, very narrow, windingly steep road 7km into the forest and hills —–

—– to suddenly burst out onto a plateau and shallow valley that comprised what was left of Waiuta township, now looked after by DoC. There was only one other sightseer here when I arrived at 9.15am, but on the way out at 11.30am I met two cars, and had to reverse uphill to a wider section of the narrow road so these uphill folk could squeeze past with cm to spare.

Waiuta became a goldmining township from 1905 when 4 lucky prospectors found rich gold bearing quartz on the ridge. Over 45 years it became NZs second richest goldmining area (Waihi mine was the richest). It comprised two main shafts, the Blackwater and the Prohibition. Prohibition was worked to a depth of 879 metres being some 300 metres below sea level. However, in July 1951 the Blackwater shaft collapsed and flooded, resulting in closure of the total mining operation. With no employment available the 600 population of Waiuta had to leave, and within 3 months only20 residents remained.

I spent 2 hours walking the whole series of tracks viewing ruins —–

—– such as the miners bath-house —–

——- as well as restored cottages —–

—– and the police station. The lockup seemed to be mainly used for letting drunks sleep off their inebriation rather than for dealing with criminal offenders, as the place was generally pretty law abiding.

The hospital building is now restored as a community hall and group bunkroom.

The roads and tracks were excellently maintained, with a grass areas mown and trimmed, and remnant buildings freshly painted with detailed story boards everywhere – a real credit to DoC.

They even had a rugby field plus paved tennis courts for staff and community recreation.

My original programme for today had been to explore Blackball Mining Town east of Greymouth, so with the diversion to Waiuta I ended up in Blackball after lunch. I spent 2 hours there, including a 45 minute Mine Walk, before heading to Greymouth for a Sunday housekeeping day. So I will tag the Blackball experience onto tomorrow, Sunday, in next week’s Travel Notes as there will likely be no photos for the first day of Week 10 and I will thus give you the Blackball photos then.

Sunday 9 March:

This was a full “rest” day in Greymouth, with no regrets re not sampling the huhu grubs of the Wild Food Festival in Hokitika. One of the food truck trailers from the Festival was overnight Saturday near me in the Top 10 leaving on its way back to Christchurch today. So laundry and van cleaning plus reading and relaxing on a hot sunny day was in order – hence no photos for the day (but I make up for this tomorrow).

Monday 10 March:

I had booked in for the Mistletoe Flats DoC campsite for tonight, halfway back to Christchurch via Arthur’s and Porters Passes. While heading for the Otira Valley on SH73 Greymouth to Christchurch I spotted a “Historic Plaque” sign as I crossed a one-way bridge some 40km from Greymouth. “Historic Site” signs are common while travelling, but “Historic Plaque”? So I turned around and went back to check it out. The plaque was on a concrete block in the bushes at the side of the road, not easy to get to. But, it was an IPENZ (Institution of Professional Engineers NZ – now Engineering NZ) Millennium Project Plaque. In 2000 IPENZ erected country-wide plaques recognising significant projects or people in NZ’s engineering history. This was one of them, and about a person.

Finding the plaque about Charles O’Connor in the bushes was the first unexpected event of the day.

The bridge piers O’Connor designed were never used for the railway as its final location was changed to pass alongside Lake Brunner instead of going through Kumara.

However, the road designers notched steel girders into the sides of the piers and used the girders to carry the weight of road traffic. The solid piers were intended to carry the weight of the railway engines of the 1880s.

Lexie and I had already come across the fame Charles O’Connor achieved in Western Australia with the 350km Perth to Kalgoorlie water pipeline. We never knew of his association with the West Coast.

We followed sections of O’Connor’s pipeline between Kalgoorlie and Perth in February 2004 [photo from Wikipedia, as I have not scanned our print photos of that trip yet.]

Just before reaching Otira Village around noon the Tranz Alpine train whizzed past on its way to Greymouth (by some quirk of my travel timings I seem to keep coming across these trains regularly).

I then stopped for lunch in the van at Otira where the locals seem to have a thing about local drug use [“Absolutely no A class drugs will be tolerated here” – OK, what about Class B?]. However, the Lake Brunner school kids had spent some time in 2023 at the village decorating the railway pedestrian underpass with dozens of murals.

With the many signs warning pedestrians not to cross the railway tracks here, but instead told to use the underpass, I guess the message is, “do as you are told or the Taniwha will get you”.

As I explained last year two sets of double locomotives are stationed at Otira to help push the Tranz Alpine and the several daily coal trains to Lyttelton up through the Otira rail tunnel.

So back to O’Connor’s record on the West Coast. As I climbed the very steep Otira Gorge road I had to marvel at the location of the road, surveyed and constructed under O’Connor’s supervision following Arthur Dobson’s selection of the pass into the gorge as the best route through to Westland from Canterbury.

This avalanche shelter and stream water flume overpass further on were both running with water when I went down this road last year.

Today both were dry as heavy traffic crawled at almost walking pace up the steep incline.

Even going down the 1999 viaduct that bypasses “Deaths Corner” heavy trucks have to crawl in low gear to avoid potential run-away, this resulting in traffic build-up behind the trucks.

From the viaduct lookout you can see back up to the top of the pass where O’Connor started his survey and road construction, and  —-

—– where the Arthur Dudley Dobson memorial is located [stock photo above], recognising his discovery of the Pass on March 12, 1864.

Now, in the photo above, just hidden by the vegetation between the stone pillar and the road, is an off road parking area for people visiting the memorial, and where the second unexpected event of the day occurred.

As I reached the top of the pass a loud repeating “whomp, whomp” came from the front left wheel so I pulled into the parking area just in front of an SUV and lay on a mat to look under the front of the van for anything loose that might be hitting the front wheel –  nothing visible. The driver of the SUV called out asking if I had a problem, and I said I think I’ve got a failed wheel bearing. He said “we can readily check that” and grabbing the top of the wheel he shook at it, and it moved, and we agreed that did not look good. We then checked the right front wheel and it was firm as a rock, so he said I should be OK to drive on carefully. I replied “Christchurch, here we come, slowly” and thanked him for his help. So instead of ‘trickling” to Christchurch over two days I “whoomp whoomped” my way for the rest of the afternoon arriving a day early at Tasman Holiday Park in Papanui. They, of course, were very happy to book me in for the extra day so it was with some relief I settled in for the night.

What was further interesting was that as I approached and passed Mistletoe Flats DoC campsite I could see the forest on the hillsides right down to the road had been burnt out in the fire of 6 December 2024 between Castle Hill and Bridge Hill, so my intended night in the forest at the campsite would not have been a pleasant one with remnant fire smells all around.

Tuesday 11 March:

I was at Team Hutchinson Ford in the central city at 7:30 am, and pleased to have them fit me in for wheel bearing repair this coming Friday. So I parked up at Eastgate Mall in Linwood at 8am, and after 9:00 when free Gold Card bus travel kicked in, took the Orbitor bus 1¼ hour circuit right around the outer city area passing the four large city shopping malls in the process. I then returned to my site at Tasman to park the van until Friday morning – no point in chancing further damage to the wheel bearing before repairs are carried out. No photos again today (but I made up for that yesterday).

Wednesday 12 March:

Rain began steadily from around 4am and continued through to after 10am. When a break in the cloud came at 10.30 with the sun shining through for 10 minutes or so I optimistically rugged up against the 15 degree outside temperature, put on my waterproof gear, and brolly-up headed for the No.1 bus to travel to Kaiapoi.

Rain started bucketing down as I headed in this electric bus up great North Road from Papanui, but by the time we reached Kaiapoi ½ an hour later it had paused.

The river front harbour at Kaiapoi has moorings for pleasure boats and the ——-

—– River Queen faux paddle steamer excursion boat.

The orange roofed building behind the boats in the harbour view (2 photos above) is the “Paris for the Weekend” café.

Entrance to the café is under the overhanging eve on the left of the building, and given their outdoor sign touting the excellence of their cheese scones, I ordered one with coffee, and was offered jam and whipped cream with it (a sort of cheese Devonshire tea) – it indeed was excellent.

Alongside the entrance ramp into the café was a wind vane highlighting the nautical history of this river harbour with ——-

—— the silhouette of a three-masted schooner. This had been a busy port in the past.

The real surprise regarding the café was finding its origin from the 2010 and 2011 Canterbury Earthquake displays in the Museum which I visited after my 11.30 coffee and scone time.

The café building was originally the Kaiapoi Railway Station ——-

—– and after being lifted off its foundations in the quakes [Museum photo] was relocated and restored to eventually become “Paris for the Weekend” in 2016.

I left the Museum just after 1pm as the rain started coming down again, and bused back to Papanui to get into camp and change out of my wet clothes. However, the trip to Kaiapoi was really interesting, and a good, but short wet day out.

Thursday 13 March:

Overnight I booked for a 1pm to 2.30pm luncheon cruise on the Kaiapoi River Queen for today, as the weather was to be clear, fine and warm. So 11am I caught the No. 1 bus again and headed for the Kaiapoi waterfront. As I had some time to look around before boarding the River Queen I decided to walk up to ———

—— this pedestrian footbridge which is a well-known feature of the Kaiapoi River area.

The bridge is across the road from ——–

—– the Mandeville Tavern. Mandeville, near Gore, is the home of the Croydon Aviation Centre which featured in Week 5’s Travel Notes, but I do not know of any connection between the two Mandevilles.

So here is the bridge today, Thursday, ——-

—– and here it is after the February 2011 earthquake. The Mandeville Hotel in the upper left is hidden by a large tree in the photo taken today.

The River Queen is an all-electric twin-prop vessel which makes for very quiet travel down the Kaiapoi River into the Waimakariri River and then on to the river outlet to the ocean.

Main deck diners as we head down-river ——–

—– and top-deck “imbiber” as we approach the river outlet with ——–

—– fisher-folk lining both the banks of the river and the sandy spit on the beach at the river mouth.

Vegetation on the river banks included loads of dead tree branches as with the ground sinking during the earthquakes the resulting high water table saturated tree roots and killed the trees. Now, 14 years later, bank-side plants are still slowly adjusting to this environmental change.

There were ducks, seagulls and shags on the river, with this pair taking time out from fishing to sunbathe on the tidal flats.

So, after docking at the river front harbour following the cruise it was time for an afternoon tea stop at ——-

—— my favourite Kaiapoi Café before heading downtown to catch the No.1 bus back to Papanui. The cruise and meal made for another good day out.

Friday 14 March:

I was away at 7am to Team Hutchinson Ford in the central city, and after dropping off the motorhome for the wheel bearing repair explored on foot the new commercial areas and laneways between the bus interchange and Cathedral Square.

Five Lanes has narrow laneways leading from 4 separate main streets into central hidden squares with shops and eating establishments throughout the lanes and the squares. Innovative planning has gone into Christchurch’s earthquake recovery, leading to all sorts of surprises ——-

—– such as this Little Fiddle Irish Pub revealed in another hidden square off a side-lane from Five Lanes.

It was nice to see something familiar, such as the front of the old post office in Cathedral Square. It had been the city information centre for many years and following the 2011 earthquake was to be refurbished and converted to shops and restaurants. However, redevelopment stalled, then last year the owners went into voluntary liquidation.

The other stalled project in the square is the Cathedral itself. After spending over $100 million funding has run out, and the restoration work mothballed until fund raising can enable continuation of the project.

The north side of the mothballed Cathedral (taken from the new City Library).

This is a billboard depiction of the south side of the proposed completed Cathedral.

Some 1,460 commercial buildings were destroyed by the earthquakes (some 85% of the central city area). The renewal over the past 14 years has been extraordinary – the whole city is fresh and new.

The library on the north side of the square is an example of the new face of the city, but it was the internal architecture which I found refreshing.

This children’s’ section has a huge play area alongside book displays ——–

—– and access between floors is provided by these “floating” timber staircases.

Also, scattered throughout the building is a range of artwork.

Once again I used an All Day Tram Pass to get around the city, hop-on/hop-off throughout the day. Some of these trams go back to the late 19^th century, being retired in the 1950s. This one had a typical sign of the times for that period with ———

—— this warning. Not sure who enforces the penalty.

Tram Stop 12 (out of the 18 stops) was for the Arts Centre.

These buildings were, in the 1950s, the University College of Canterbury, and included the engineering school where I studied for 3 years. For many years the 23 buildings in the complex were operated by a Trust which in 2009 realised that its $20 million dollar insurance cover was well below the replacement value of the time, and so reinsured the buildings. This was fortuitous as the revised cover enabled it to undertake restoration work after the earthquakes which would have been impossible under the old insurance cover.

The upper floor of one of the refurbished buildings contains an exhibition on the Arts Centre Restoration Project, and the cross-bracing in the ceiling shows the type of strengthening work undertaken. The insurance funds have now run out with two of the most severely damaged buildings (part of the old engineering school) mothballed until funds can be raised to complete the work.

Rutherford’s “Den”, where Sir Earnest Rutherford conducted his experiments on the structure of the atom, has been part of the completed restoration work.

The “Den” is a downstairs basement room off the main quadrangle in the Centre, and ——–

—– in an upstairs original lecture theatre they have extensive displays on Rutherford’s life and work for which he received the Nobel Prize while in his late 30’s. The display panel above quotes Albert Einstein as saying that Rutherford “was a second Newton” who expanded the frontiers of human knowledge. Praise indeed.

The quadrangle at the Arts Centre features its distinctive cloisters.

While exploring the Arts Centre at 11am I got a call from Team Hutchinson Ford to say the van was ready, so I walked through town to pick it up, drove out to Papanui to park it on my site at Tasman Holiday Park, then bussed back to town and caught the Tram to return to the Arts Centre. It was quicker to do this than continue sight-seeing in the city and battling rush hour traffic by picking up the van late afternoon. In addition I was able to stay in town till after 6pm, finishing up at Regent Street where ——-

—– I enjoyed a “Hokey, Tokey, Pokey” chocolate topped ice-cream while sitting with a “friend” from “Rollickin Gelato Desserts”.

So, the day ended at Regent Street with a four-city block walk to the bus interchange (trams stopped at 6pm) and then back to camp – a busy walking and riding day overall.

Saturday 15 March:

I drove out to New Brighton and explored the Saturday Market and then the beach area. The main building on the beachfront is the Library and the “Salt on the Pier” Restaurant and Café.

The Library is on the right of the clock tower, and ——-

—– the café downstairs and restaurant upstairs on the left.

After lunch I walked the 300m long pier (longest in Australasia) ——

—– which was built in 1997 at a cost of then $4 million. It was damaged in the 2011 earthquake costing $9 million in repair work which was completed in 2018.

On the walk out I found people peering over the side at some sand art ——

—– commemorating the 6^th Anniversary today of the March 2019 shooting tragedy.

Fishers were landing catch at the end of the pier which was equipped with wash-down benches for people to handle their catch and prepare bait.

Meanwhile ——

—– there were loads of folk enjoying the sun and 26 degree heat up and down the beach either side of the pier.

Sunday 2 March:

With rain setting in overnight Saturday I was pleased to have completed the four walks that day in the dry. Although today there was a brief spell of early morning sun, heavy rain set in from 8.00 through to 11.00. I took off for Jackson Bay around 11.45 with low cloud on the eastern mountains to reach the steep bushed slopes on the south side of the Arawhata River.

The Arawhata drains a huge mountainous catchment to the south of Jackson Bay and has a long one-way bridge to cross its extensive gravel bed. The road to the Bay turns sharp right after crossing the river and runs alongside the hills on the left which eventually squeeze the road right up against to foreshore some 5km from Jackson Bay Harbour.  

Every time there is really heavy rain the sodden bush slips down onto the road carrying gravel and rocks and boulders ——

—– blocking the road completely. The last storm blocked two portions of the road in a similar manner as shown at this location, and it will take weeks to restore the sealed road alignment while travellers use a temporary bypass.

I had a yarn with the owner of the Cray Pot Café while having lunch, and he said that from September last year to this February they had road shut-downs of 22 days due to slips along this last 5km of the road into the Bay. The last one resulted from a 320mm rainfall over 24hours.

The area was settled by European immigrants from 1874, but farming and forestry was not as successful as hoped for, and although some hardy pioneers stuck it out today village commerce centres around fishing, specifically crayfish and long line catches.

The Cray Pot Café attracts a lot of custom during the tourist season, and when I arrived the parking areas were crowded with motorhomes and cars, with the indoor and outdoor dining areas chocker with people. So I decided, that as the rain had eased, I would take 20 minute bush walk out to the Ocean Beach.

The signs at the beach here warned about trying to walk around the shoreline to the next bay (Smoothwater Bay) as the conditions included a rough boulder beach ——

—— and very rough seas, particularly at high tide.

The bush walk was sand-fly infested, but for a local fantail I acted as his larder while he dived and twisted up and down and around and behind me scoffing the insects I was attracting.

At one point he stopped and looked at me as though saying; “Thanks mate  – I have had a great feed – if you like you can head off to the Cray Pot for your lunch”. Which I promptly did.

The crowding at the Cray Pot had eased when I got there at 1.30pm for a superb meal of blue cod, salad and chips. I sat outdoors overlooking the wharf, but the sand-flies were no problem due to long sleeves (and having a beard helps).

The real threat to diners were seagulls waiting to swoop for scraps on any plate left on an outdoor table once someone stood up to leave following dining.

Monday 3 March:

Heavy rain set in again on my return to camp at the Haast River Holiday Park, and continued throughout most of the night. It reminded me that I had said to you in last week’s Travel Notes that the Roaring Billy Falls (where the large tree was stranded on the river gravel) were modest but in heavy rain would be a raging torrent.

So, with effectively having had two days of rain, the last one heavy, I decided to go back up the Haast valley and check out Roaring Billy.

At a road-side bluff on the way up, where there was no sign of water when I came through on Saturday, a huge torrent was cascading down out of the bush.

So here again is the Saturday view of Roaring Billy and the stranded tree —–

—- and here is the Monday view, with the river now right across the gravel bed and rising quickly to maybe nudge this tree further down-stream.

And, as you can see, Roaring Billy was really “roaring” this time compared to Saturday’s trickle.

Leaving Haast over the very long one-way bridge (with two passing places dividing the bridge into thirds) I headed into the murk towards Lake Paringa.

This was the view in the rain at Knights Point.

As I crossed the Kaka Stream bridge near Lake Moeraki I caught a glimpse of yellow as I whizzed over the bridge, so turned round and went back to investigate.

It was a Caterpillar D8T bulldozer working in the stream bed downstream of the bridge.

On the West Coast heavy rains result in many streams carrying gravel and boulders rapidly downstream and piling this material up under bridges, blocking the waterway. So there is lots of work for contractors with bulldozers in clearing the channels before the next heavy rainstorm.

Lake Paringa was my stopping off point for the night in advance of a walk to Fox Glacier next day. The DoC camping area filled up overnight, but I got there early and secured a good spot with lake view.

This father took his little boy down to the boat launching area, and on the way back past me to their van I heard the young lad repeatedly say “they are biting me – they are biting me”.   Yes, this place was sand-fly infested which meant keeping windows closed whatever the weather.

Tuesday 4 March:

From a cold misty morning at Lake Paringa I headed north to the Fox Glacier walkway just a couple of km before Fox Glacier village.

The carpark was filling quickly at 9.00am as I took this photo of the river flowing from the glacier upstream with its load of rock-flour making the water grey-white.

The walking track for the most part was on the original road access-way to the viewing point for the glacier, but in 2019 a huge flood washed out a section of the road. With an estimated cost of $16 million to re-establish road access, and then no guarantee the same thing would not happen again, restoration of the road was abandoned. So a steep up and down foot track through the bush now enables cycle and pedestrian access around the washout back onto the road and up the valley to the original car parking area (now with bike-stands instead of car parks). Instead of a 10 minute drive (as at 2019) it is now a 4.8km 1hr 30min return walk. I was away 2 hours, 1 hr 40min walking and 20 minutes viewing and photos. The road climbs steadily up the valley, so at places is slow going and hard work.

The glacier is large, sweeping steeply down the valley below the snowfield at the base of Douglas Peak with tributary glaciers coming in from left and right. I decided to take a close-up of the ice texture where the base of the glacier disappears behind the ridge on the left of the photo, and to my surprise —–

—– when I viewed the resulting photo on the computer I discovered a 5-person guided walking party on the ice, presumably 4 hikers and a guide. There is a Fox Glacier Heli Hiking drop-off point out of sight behind the ridge on the left

Back on the road at 11.30 I drove straight through Fox Glacier village and out west to Lake Matheson, famous for its reflections of the mountains on a clear day. No such luck today with low cloud hanging over the tops all day. However, a viewing point called Glacier View was signposted several km further down the Lake Matheson access road, so I went to investigate.

Originally this location was known as Peak View, but in 2022 it was redeveloped as a cultural heritage site with a broken canoe [as shown in this picture “borrowed” from DoC]. Ngai Tahu mythology describes how Aoraki and his brothers (all sons of Ranginui, god of the sky) voyaged from the heavens onto the Pacific ocean, but made a serious error when they could not find land and capsized the canoe (which became the South Island) with the brothers becoming petrified into NZs tallest mountains.

Cloud conditions prevented my getting a decent shot of the glacier today (hence the “borrowed” picture above), but ——

—– the broken canoe was a masterpiece in carving, giving me several good shots.

Wednesday 5 March:

I left Fox Glacier yesterday afternoon and set out over the hilly winding road of the Omoeroa Saddle between Fox and Franz Josef to base myself at Franz Josef Top 10 Holiday Park for two nights. The weather forecast showed fine sunny conditions for my Okarito Boat Eco Tour this morning, and indeed conditions were perfect.

The 30km Franz Josef to Okarito road led me past lake Mapourika where the sun, at 8.00am, was just coming over the eastern mountains to chase away the lake mist.

Arriving at the Okarito wharf I met Swade and Paula —–

—— who greeted me with  “you must be Ian” as there were 4 couples and me booked for the morning cruise. [Photo from their web-site.]

We were told that if we looked carefully over the wharf edge we would see Heronimus (presumably not spelt Hieronymus, the Greek for Jerome) the local great white heron who has adopted this part of the tidal flats as his regular low tide feeding spot. 

Herons stand tall watching the water flow for passing small fish or eels, and —–

—– when they see a prospective target, they stretch their neck forward, and then —–

—– strike quickly to capture their prey.

The great white heron nesting refuge is just north of the Okarito tidal lagoon, with the breeding season lasting from September to February, at which time both parent birds and youngsters fly off to different areas around the country to spend the rest of the year till next September. We saw around 7 or 8 white heron feeding on the flats or resting on bankside vegetation as we travelled up the tidal lagoon into the Okarito River.

We were each given a checklist of some 28 water and land birds that inhabit the lagoon and surrounding wetlands, as well as a set of powerful binoculars we could use to follow-up siting’s that Swade and Paula pointed out to us as we cruised quietly upstream against the outgoing tide.

After seeing white-faced blue herons, dotterels, swans, oyster catchers, stilts, gulls and shags, we approached a royal spoonbill colony resting on their tree top refuge as we entered the Okarito River. You can see the birds on the right with Mount’s Cook and Tasman way over on the horizon,

The tree-top perches provide their base from which to feed and sleep – nesting season is over for this year.

And looking to the horizon we had ever changing views of Mount Cook (on the right) and Mount Tasman (on the left) as we travelled. {Tasman looks taller than Cook in this picture, but this changes as our viewing location changes.)

A really nice touch to the tour was morning tea (or plunger coffee) plus homemade cookies when were moored up halfway through the two hour cruise, watching the freshwater mullet jumping in the river beside us.

Returning to Okarito wharf at the end of the tour I headed to Pakihi Walk on the way back to the main road and climbed a steep track (1km, 30 minute return) to get a hilltop view of —–

—– the Okarito Lagoon and the ocean to the west ——

—– and the Southern Alps to the east.

And of course there had to be a male South Island robin fossicking around my feet for grubs or worms when I came out of the track. (By the way, no sand-flies at Fox or Franz or Okarito – I seem to have left them at Lake Paringa).

After lunch in Franz Joseph my final walks for the day were the 20 minutes to Glacier View at Franz Josef and 20 minutes to the Sentinel Rock viewpoint off the Glacier View Track.

Franz Josef Glacier is now a long way back up the valley from when Lexie, Calum and I walked to the ice face in the 1970s.

Anyway, the main reason I revisited Franz Josef glacier today (having included several photos of it in last year’s Travel Notes) is that the high peak just touching the clouds on the right of the range is Mount Gunn (according to a new set of South Island maps I purchased for this trip).

So back to Top 10 for tonight, stopping at the notorious bailey bridge that had to be renewed after the March 2019 devastating flood (the same storm that wrecked the access road to Fox Glacier)..

Franz Josef bridge over the Waiho River after the 27 March 2019 flooding [press photo supplied by DoC]. It was subsequently rebuilt in 18 days.

The renewed bridge today with the Waiho River valley (leading to the glacier) in centre background. The bailey bridge construction is still vulnerable to major flood events, but its kit-set structure will enable quick replacement following any future washout.

Thursday 6 March:

Heading north from Franz Josef I passed through Whataroa, headquarters for the tour company that takes visitors to the White Heron nesting colony. Their office was open but I think that as the nesting season is now over they run nature tours for the rest of the year. So I proceeded up valley to the remnants the old Whataroa River Bridge.

A modern new structure takes SH6 over the Whataroa River some 2km downstream of these original piers. What attracted me here was the teal blue/green colour of the water coming down from the mountains – no sign of any effects from the heavy rain further south at the beginning of the week.

Not far up the road from here was Gunns Creek, the bridge for which also passed over a cattle underpass ——

—– for I had now entered Westland dairying country on the Whataroa River flats.

Harihari, north from Whataroa, is the location of a replica of the plane flown by 21 year old Australian, Guy Menzies, taking 11 hours 45 minutes from Sydney across the Tasman on 7 January 1931 to crash land in a local swamp up the road from the township.

Both Menzies and the flimsy looking plane survived the landing. His trip was meticulously planned in secret with the plane adapted to carry fuel for 18 hours flying, the destination being Blenheim. It was 1am on the morning of 7 January when Guy took off, enduring a strong easterly head wind which as morning broke shifted to a northerly driving him south. He reached land near Fox Glacier and flew north up the coast looking for a potential landing area near a settlement. The flat fields near Harihari were deceptive and he ended up in the swamp.

The other rather special thing about Harihari is the playground decorated by school kids and a local Westland artist.

There are 100’s of tiles made by the children plus artwork on panels and cylinders by Sue Syme —–

—– who included a self-portrait in her distinctive style (that’s her centre right).

I proceeded further north to Lake Ianthe to spend the night at the DoC campsite there. The facilities had been upgraded with new toilets, and also an  outdoor wash-up place for campers to clean up after a meal. It was while I was taking a photo of the site from the lakeside jetty I suddenly ——

—— spotted a white heron (far right centre above).

This guy was feeding. Here, having spotted a small fish, —-

—— he quickly strikes and secures a tasty morsel which he swallowed in a couple of gulps.

Friday 7 March:

Two objectives today; the Mananui Tramline walk and the Westcoast Treetop walk.

I walked part of the timber tramway trail last year (and Lexie and I have walked parts on two separate occasions) but this time half an hour down the trail I took a forest side track to Picnic Point on the shore of Lake Mahinapua, overall a 4km return trip of 1½ hours. As you can see above the tramline track is smooth and gradual, but the Picnic Point side track was rocky, riddled with tree roots, and both boggy and steep in places.

Although it was grey and overcast, the gravel beach at Picnic Point was worth the visit. The tower at the Treetop Walk is hidden in the forest to the far left across the lake.

The Treetop walkway structure has a steel grid floor 20m above the forest floor, with the tower another 27m (107 steps) higher. I did not climb the tower ——

—– as it was crowded with zip-line riders waiting their turn the whole period I was on the walkway. I spent quite a bit of time trying to catch some of them on camera during my walk.

Riders queuing at the base of the tower.

Away at last ——-

—– and zipping through the trees on the way down to the ticket office and café.

I did get loads of time to view the forest canopy. The walkway has 11 stopping places with the guide pamphlet describing different aspects of the forest floor and canopy at each location; well worth the visit (even though I did it last year as well). It takes around 45 to 60 minutes to do the walk, but I soaked it all up over 1½ hours (including zip-line watching)

Saturday 8 March:

There were more than 100 campers last night at the Lake Mahinapua DoC campsite. Every DoC site I have been to this trip has pretty well filled up overnight (Lake Ianthe had about 12 spaces) as there are loads of overseas tourists in campervans and motorhomes on the road. I leave around 7am each day, when everyone seems to still be sleeping.

I headed to Hokitika to re-visit the Hokitika Gorge and see if the No.2 suspension bridge which was being rebuilt in April last year was finished. When I reached town I could see preparations underway for a big event at Cass Square Park that looked interesting, so I asked one of the early morning workers what was on today, and he said “it’s the 35^th Wild Food Festival” and pointed to a banner on a nearby street pole.

OK, do I really want huhu grubs for lunch? It will still be worth visiting though, so off I went to the Gorge.

Well, the No. 2 bridge at the Gorge is not finished, but close to it, with removal of the old stringers (dangling below the new structure) waiting to be removed,

According to the info panels at the start of the 90 minute walk the turquoise colour of the Hokitika River in the Gorge is caused by fine rock-flour particles diluted within glacier meltwaters.

The forest trail to the Gorge had quite a few rata vines in flower. These are separate subspecies from the rata trees growing in Doubtful Sound, the vine being a parasitic growth which climbs a tree, then surrounds and suffocates it, becoming a vine “tree” itself.

So, back to the Festival where I was charged $50 as a senior ($60 adults) and given a wristband to show I was over 18yrs old and could thus enter the alcohol serving tents/booths.

Lots of attendees came in costumes ——-

—– such as these Mexican ladies ——–

—– or in colourful clothing ——

—– or in matching outfits.

Of the 50 food and drink stalls, the two with the largest/longest queues for the whole 1½ hours I was there were —–

—– Mountain Oysters (Small $6, Medium $8, Large $10) —–

—– and the Wild Meat Kebabs ($12 for rabbit, or wallaby, or fallow deer, or goat, or wild pork).

For more “refined” tastes you had a choice of ——

—— fried locusts (at $5 each) ——

—— or huhu grubs, which were being harvested then cooked onsite.

These two guys were breaking up a stack of rotten logs to search for grubs which were found by peeling back the decaying wood and ——

—– exposing a wriggling $10 lunch.

I hear you asking, but no, I did not eat any of the really wild items at the festival. After leaving the show around 1pm I explored Hokitika town and beach and then took off for the Greymouth Top 10 Holiday Park where I will be camped for tonight and Sunday while I catch up on laundry and house (van) keeping.

Sunday 23 February:

I headed south toward Te Anau from Cascades DoC campsite first thing this morning to the Earl Mountain Walks, thinking I would get a good hour of walking in to start the day. However, the trail was initially through forest but within 50 metres degenerated into tree roots and a waterlogged bog. I immediately revised my plans for the day, and because the sun was rising in a clear sky (totally different from yesterday’s low cloud and mist) I decided to go back up to the Homer Tunnel, and get some sunlit photos of places I really could not see yesterday.

Early morning reflections on Lake Gunn.

Traffic from Milford emerging into the sunlight on the top end of the Homer Tunnel. The passenger in the van has a big smile on her face, “warmth at last” (as seen when enlarging the original photo), as they have just come from the cold shady valley leading from Milford Sound up to the tunnel entrance.

I then stopped off at the Lower Hollyford viewpoint that was shrouded in mist yesterday

.The view across to the Lake Marion valley, 11am on Saturday ——

—– and the same view today, 10am.

On the road back to Te Anau I could not resist a morning view of the Eglington Valley grasslands —–

—— nor the sunlit reflections at the Mirror Lakes {minus disturbance from the diving ducks).

Monday 24 February:

Te Anau to Arrowtown was today’s objective. First stop not far out of Te Anau was at “The Wilderness” reserve where a remnant of the soils and vegetation of some 8,000 to 10,000 years ago has been preserved.

This wilderness has an ancient mix of shrubs, lichens mosses and herbs ——

—— that have survived infertile soil and freezing -7 degree winters for millennia.

The countryside from Mossburn through Five Rivers, Athol, and Garston to Kingston was familiar country to me, having set out survey pegs for new bridges and road alignment improvements in this area while working out of Invercargill in 1958 for the Ministry of Works. I even surveyed the amount of land that would be flooded if Lake Manapouri was raised to the level of Lake Te Anau in furtherance of a massive hydro power scheme that was ultimately rejected by the community, with the Government backtracking to the current scheme and Lake Manapouri staying at its original level.

The upper catchment of the Mataura River near Athol is deer country, but this was the closest I could get to one.

Garston has a café and “Hunny Shop” ——-

—– with this mascot on the roof, ——

—– while just up the road is the terminus for the Kingston Flyer Sunday train excursion (Kingston to Fairlight return).

Do your remember when TVNZ brought out its new Rolling Ball logo with the ball featured in scenic locations all over NZ? One such location had the Ball rolling along the platform here at Fairlight.

This photo board was located at the Kingston Railway Station. Do you remember the famous 1975 Cadbury’s Crunchie Train Robbery advertisement shot on the train? A classic still today.

In the late 1970s the Kingston Flyer ran day trips Lumsden to Kingston return, with Lexie, Calum and me taking the trip. The line has long closed and is now a cycle trail except for the Kingston-Fairlight section still in use for Sunday trips and private excursions.

The engine in the above billboard (No. 778) is in dusty storage at the Kingston Waterfront, while engine No. 795 (above) is the one in use each Sunday.

These carriages currently in use are real vintage.

From Kingston I drove up alongside Lake Wakatipu to Queenstown and took the new town centre bypass into town to checkout parking for my lake trip on Tuesday. This controversial multi-million dollar project opened a couple of weeks ago.

As shown within many other roadworks featured in these Travel Notes, Maori designs have been used on retaining walls.

I discovered the all-day parking area I have used in the past for Queenstown visits required a credit card swipe for payment, which of course I could not do (the new card being mailed to Bethlehem after last week’s hacking incident and card cancellation). However a QR code on the parking machine gave me access to download to my phone a PayMyPark app with which I could set up an account, top up the account with money (easily done with my GoMoney ANZ app) and then use it the next day to pay for parking.

Tuesday 25 February::

I arrived at the Boundary Road parking area 7.30am, opened the PayMyPark app on the phone, entered the number of the nearest parking machine plus the van rego number, dialed up the time required (through to 5.30pm) and clicked on “pay” and that was it. [When the 5.30 time arrived the app sent a reminder and asked if I wanted to extend the time, but I was already back in the van and had left the parking area.]

I stayed in the van as steady and heavy rain set in 8.00 to 10.30 after which it cleared, eventually by 1pm becoming a warm sunny day for the trip to Walter Peak and the Gourmet BBQ lunch.

The Spirit of Queenstown passing in front of the Gardens peninsula prior to berthing for our trip.

The TSS Earnslaw berthed shortly after. It picked up a crowd of day trippers and followed us up to Walter Peak, taking 40 minutes compared to our 20 minute voyage.

We had a young lady trainee skipper berthing and operating our departures, with the main skipper taking over for the voyage ——-

——– while she got back to her maritime studies homework using a RealNZ training manual.

The Walter Peak original homestead is now a restaurant and hospitality complex.

We made our way to our section of the restaurant through extensive well-kept gardens.

There were two Aussie couples and me from the Spirit of Queenstown booked for the Gourmet BBQ lunch at 2pm (the rest on our voyage were headed for Bobs Cove across the lake), but when the Earnshaw arrived 1.45pm about 150 more people joined us for the lunch.

The BBQ meats were excellent as was the full buffet service main courses and desserts. The Aussie couples were golfers and had sampled the course at Millbrook Resort ahead of the 2025 NZ Open starting this Thursday.

After lunch we were treated to the Walter Peak Farm Show hosted by shepherdess Ashley and her two Border Collie sheep dogs.

This was a very well-staged event —–

—– with Ashley explaining her relationship with her two dogs, and told us that a well-trained Collie can be worth up to $10,000.

She then went on to demonstrate her sheep shearing skills —–

—- before sending Mia way up to the top of the hill to bring down previously shorn sheep —-

—– into the field behind the stage.

Job well done Mia! These dogs never bark at the sheep – their control is eye to eye, as you can see here.

The Earnslaw picked up its contingent from the wharf before our boat came in for us for our return to Queenstown.

The Earnslaw had a good head start on the voyage back to town, although we did catch it up in spite of leaving 20 minutes later.

So, how would I rate the day out – I submitted my review to RealNZ as 5 stars out of 5.

Wednesday 26 February:

Today was an Arrowtown based day walking some 3-plus km to and around Millbrook Resort, enjoying a first-class lunch at their Hole in One Café, then walking 2½ km back to the village.

Before heading along the river trail leading to the walk to Millbrook, I checked out the entrance road leading to the Macetown historic goldmining area. Two Nomad guided tour vehicles passed me on their way to the first ford on the Macetown stream, each packed with 8 sightseers and a driver. It is a 2 to 3 hour return drive on a steep narrow unmaintained roadway.

Lexie and I hired a 4-WD Toyota Land Cruiser for our trip to Macetown in January 1990 (photo taken by Lexie). It involved 20 stream crossings and long sections of tortuous cliff-side one-way track. We felt a real sense of achievement on completing this, to us, “daring” event.

In case you are wondering, I did come back for her.

Arriving at Millbrook Resort the walking and cycle trail passed right alongside the golf course area, and down the Avenue of past NZ Open Winners.

Everyone will remember Bob Charles exemplary record both in the Open and in subsequent seniors tournaments worldwide.

The practice putting green was very busy.

Major Sponsors of the Open are Manuka Doctor, who markets honey as well as honey based medications ——–

—– and Hyundai, who for some reason or other saw great marketing advantage by displaying their latest EV model in a duck pond —–

—— thereby displacing the residents for the duration of the tournament.

After that excellent lunch at the Hole in One Café it was back to Arrowtown and tiramisu for afternoon tea to finish my food intake for the day.

Thursday 27 February:

I headed out from Arrowtown after a final hot chocolate at Patagonia and dropped in at the Kawarau Bridge Bungy Centre.

The old 1880 suspension bridge now has two functions, first as a bungy jumping venue, and second as part of the Arrowtown to Cromwell cycle trail through Gibbston Valley.

This young lady leapt out with characteristic screams which then moderated to triumphal yells as she  ——

—– avoided a dunking in the river. Each person is weighed before their jump so an appropriate size and length of elastic cord can be selected. The cost – $320 per jumper, and at 5 to 6 minutes between jumps, the company is probably doing quite well.

The new bridge just upstream of the old suspension bridge was being designed in the Ministry of Works Head Office in Wellington when I worked there in 1960.

The Clyde Dam visit I had hoped for this day did not eventuate as I was the only booking, and they needed a minimum of two persons to run a tour. So I headed for Crowell, stopping off at —–

—– the Roaring Meg Power Station in the Kawarau Gorge, a favourite view with loads of travelers taking photos.

After lunch at Lake Dunstan View in Cromwell I headed north to Shrek country.

Shrek was a Merino Ram who had escaped the annual shearing roundup at Bendigo Station at Tarras for over 7 years, creating a record wool clip when finally caught and shorn. His statue at Tarras commemorates this event.

Tarras has been a popular stopping point for us every time we travelled Cromwell to Omarama, and apart from Shrek has always been defined by another Central Otago animal in village signage.

Can you spot him in this latest village sign for the locality?

From Tarras I took the back road to the Red Bridge reserve near Luggate to freedom camp for the night. On arrival I took a walk in the trees between the overnight parking area and the Clutha River, and came across an initially baffling metal construction.

I suddenly realised I was at a Frisbee Golf Course, having remembered a TV item on the sport some months ago.

Players cast their Frisbees from a tiled “Tee” at the “hole” in the distance.  This is Hole 8, which at 38m or 125 feet is a Par 3.

The player aims their specially designed Frisbee at the chains surrounding the centre pole, and if hitting them successfully the Frisbee drops into the catching basket (a hole in one is a possibility).

Friday 28 February:

I had arrived yesterday afternoon at the Luggate Bridge overnight freedom camping area around 3:30pm with around 5 or 6 of us parked up for the night. But by 9pm there were well over 100 motorhomes/campervans crowding the site and the off-road areas across from us.

Conversations you could hear as people settled in for the night indicated most were overseas travelers.

Hawea dam was my first walk for the day (30 minutes). This project was carried out at the same time as the Roxburgh Hydro scheme in the 1950s, with the 18m raising of Lake Hawea providing water storage to feed Roxburgh via the Hawea then Clutha rivers.

The outlet gates below the earth dam appeared to be operating at full bore.

The lake arm at the dam has special wildlife significance as a breeding area for the Southern Crested Grebe, a protected South Island bird of which there are only around 1,000 in the wild.

These birds do not walk well on land, and create nests from floating sticks and grasses to breed on water. Local wildlife supporters have provided a floating raft, walled on two sides to provide shelter for a grebe pair who have returned year after year to raise between 3 to 5 chicks a season.

Natural floating nests do not cope well with lake level rise and falls of up to 8m, nor with the local windy conditions, hence the provision of the shelter. When hatched the chicks climb onto a parent’s back where they are protected while being fed by the other parent. They become independent after around 6 weeks.

Lake Hawea is separated from Lake Wanaka by a very narrow pass with the road leading to the head of Lake Wanaka reaching the Makaroa Valley. After a 20 minute “sawmill” bushwalk at Makaroa I headed toward Haast Pass, stopping off at The Blue Pools walkway at Cameron Flat.

However, the two bridges providing access to the Blue Pools viewing location were closed, having reached the end of their operational life. This did not deter many walkers, like me, from taking the 45 minute forest return-hike to the first bridge.

There were people picnicking and swimming at the bridge site while contractors were threading new cross-supports through the old deck as part of the renewal process.

Lexie and I visited the Blue Pools in summer 1996 ——

—— and here she is looking down from the current “old” bridge close to where the contractors were working today.

I left the Blue Pools carpark area and travelled 2km down to my fourth walk of the day, 25 minutes return to the Cameron Flat Overlook.

Although a stiff climb in parts, this walk was well worth the view (Blue Pools parking area upper left of photo below the left edge of the domed mountain).

On the walk back I was treated to a view of a busy pigeon feeding on rich forest berries.

So, it was over the Haast Pass, down to the Gates of Haast Bridge and —–

—— rapids, and on to the DoC campsite at Pleasant Flat in the Haast River Valley.

From Pleasant Flat snow was visible covering the ridges leading up to the peak of Mount Solution in the Solution Range.

Saturday 1 March:

Another camping spot crowded with overnight vans – I managed to sneak away 7am before anyone else was awake, with my first walk (25 minutes through the forest) at Roaring Billy Falls.

The river bed is around 150m wide at the falls, and this whole tree was stranded during the last flood – these Westland rivers are powerful.

The Falls were modest, but in heavy rain would be a raging torrent.

Because heavy rain was forecast to be on its way, I took off through Haast Township up the coast to Ship Creek for a 20 minute Kahikatea Forest walk, and a 35 minute Lake Dunes and beach walk, completing these by 10am.

Wildlife on these walks consisted of sandflies (sorry, no photo), plus —-

— a South Island robin (and more sandflies) plus ——-

—– a fantail (and more sandflies).

The power of flood waters was evident in the forest trail walk which I did last year, and which Lexie and I have done twice over the years.

The left side of the track was in the past fully tree lined so you could hardly see the stream – now the bank has collapsed taking the forest into the stream bed.

The Dune Lakes are squeezed between the foreshore and the main highway, and are home to loads of fish and birdlife.

This morning they were perfect for reflections with quiet before the coming storm.

My fourth and final walk for the day was at the Hapuka Estuary close to Haast Junction and on the way to Jackson Bay.

The Haast Flats are rich farmland and cattle raising is a major activity (as viewed on my way to Hapuka River).

The 20 minute estuary walk comprises boardwalks and forest trail and viewpoints which Lexie and I have experienced each time we visited Haast over the years.

So, after lunch at Hapuka I checked in to the Haast River Motels & Holiday Park, set up camp, and finished off these notes as the rain sets in.

Sunday 9 February:

It was a wet morning when I cruised around the University area looking for the boarding house I lived in during my engineering intermediate year 1954 – it no longer existed, replaced by a new apartment block which swallowed the next door property as well. I then returned to the Otago Settlers Museum for the rest of the morning. The modernised museum is three times the size of the 1950s with excellent displays and video presentations re the development of Dunedin and Otago.

The public transportation displays reflected development from horse drawn (above) to horse-powered mechanical including cable cars (not shown) ——–

—– as well as trolley buses for Dunedin’s hilly streets.

Sunday afternoon I visited Margaret and Alister Rae at their retirement village home in Mosgiel. Margaret was Lexie’s Matron of Honour at our 1963 wedding in Christchurch, and the Raes have remained special friends ever since. They first interested us in the idea of retirement village living many years ago (“come and join us in our village”) but we noted how cold Mosgiel is in the winter. Tauranga has been a much better choice.

Monday 10 February:

I freedom camped at Sutton near Middlemarch Sunday night and woke to one of our favourite places near the start of the Otago Rail Trail —- the Sutton Railway Siding. Grahame Sydney’s painting is iconic.

A print of this painting has a special place in our hallway at home.

And here is the building today — a little run down.

Nearby is the Sutton Salt Lake with a 1 hour loop track walk through limestone tors littering the landscape – Lord of the Rings country.

After Sunday’s rain the track was wet, long overhanging grass saturating my boots, socks and trouser legs, but the walk was great. That white spot is the van in the distance — only a few minutes into the walk.

The salt lake is in a hollow in the landscape, having no outlet. Over centuries evaporation has led to salt accumulation, which does not inhibit wildfowl, although there were no birds this day.

The total lack of wind is “reflected” in this view across the lake.

I spent the rest of the day at the Hyde Railway Disaster Memorial on the Rail Trail north of Middlemarch.

On 4 June 1943 a passenger train rounded a corner at twice the recommend speed and derailed – 21 people lost their lives, NZ’s second worst rail disaster after Tangawai, Christmas 1953.

Why spend the day at this location? Well the carpark was a good place to watch the TVNZ broadcast 12 noon to 4.15pm of a one hour playing time NFL championship final in the USA between the Kansas Chiefs and the Philadelphia Eagles. I wanted to understand how this game worked – it was boring, with four 15 minute quarters playing out agonisingly slowly as the clock stopped following each play, with plays often lasting only 20 seconds or so followed by several minutes as the teams faced off to restart. It took over four hours to get through the game and half-time music show. Give me rugby union any time.

Tuesday 11 February:

I decided to head east from Hyde some 19km to Macraes Flat and check out the Oceanagold mining operation. Oceanagold had sweetened their deal with the community when applying for consents to enhance the village with artwork and visitor attractions. They did a pretty good job all round (my view – maybe not all the locals view).

The hotel was the centrepiece of the village, but across the road was the wetland landscaped and maintained by the company.

From the bird hide at the wetland I viewed dozens of swallows swooping around chasing insects, but the real “bird” surprise was on the adjacent track behind me.

This massive Haast’s Eagle Sculpture was unannounced on any signposts in the village. It was created by Mark Hill (son of Michael Hill Jeweller) and flown in from Arrowtown by helicopter for installation on 18 December 2008.

The Visitor Centre at the mine provided great views of operations as well as excellent storyboards regarding both the open pit and underground gold mining plus videos of mining operations and people.

The large open pit was enormous – it made the Waihi open pit look like a pothole. Only a fraction of its extent is visible above, this photo showing huge trucks coming and going moving material in opposite directions, no doubt all with specific loads for specific locations.

Underground ore on its way to the processing plant.

The processing plant is close to one of the earlier open pits (there are three of them), but the main gold bearing ore is currently from underground mining (since 2008), with some 80km of access tunnels now snaking around 720m deep under these Central Otago hills.

From Macraes Flat I backtracked to the Rail Trail to camp for a second night at Tiroiti Rail Station, and found I had neighbours at my freedom camping location – three women who were riding the trail (good to see other than cyclists for a change).

The horses were contained by an electric fence overnight after being watered at the nearby stream, and grazed on long grass behind them (this view through the van window). The Rail Trail embankment is in the background.

Wednesday 12 February:

This morning low mist covered the valley – the 3 horsewomen were away south by 6.30.

They would have taken a horse track around this bridge as happens on several  viaducts. However some have no bypass, and riders need to dismount and lead their charges carefully across, as indeed they have to do for the three tunnels on the Rail Trail.

I headed north to the Daisybank access to the trail, setting off 7.30 for a 54 minute 3½ km return walk. I then headed to Kokonga and accessed the trail at the basalt loading station.

Still misty at Kokonga as I drove onto the trail to reach a parking area.

Some 2000 tonnes of bluestone basalt in blocks similar to those showing above were railed from here to Dunedin for use in the 1902-03 construction of Dunedin Railway Station.

I walked in mist from here in a 1 hour 32 minute trek of around 6km return passing alongside rich cropping lands and sheep pastures (no sheep pictures this week).

By the time I got to Ranfurly the sun had chased the mist into a hot day. I took a back road into town and by chance came across the Annual A&P Show.

Dressage judging was under way as I stopped for a view.

And in the background there was loads of kids yelling from the Bouncy Castle next to the many stalls that lined the showground embankment.

Ranfurly is well known as an Art Deco township.

There was plenty of artwork around, including this metal sculpture with its shadow on the Museum wall (the refreshment rooms has a new role now).

Ladies had real style in the 1920s-1930s.

After lunch it was out to Patearoa Station with its original stone woolshed.

The Maniatoto Plains has an area-wide irrigation water scheme with the whole valley served by irrigation channels snaking across the farmland. However, rather than flood-irrigating fields as in the past nowadays huge spray irrigators circle slowly around a pumping wellhead.

The busy end of an irrigator, the well-head being maybe 500 to 1000m away in the distance.

Thursday 13 February:

Another misty morning, this time in the Domain at Waipiata where there were only four of us freedom camping overnight.

One of my neighbours as I left the Domain at 7.30 to park up and walk south on the Trail, going nearly 6km return over 1 hour and 30 minutes.

Excuse the “close-up” but mist limited forward visibility to around 50m, and it was really cool.

This was the first day cyclists passed me on the Trail.

From Waipiata I took a side road upcountry to search out the Sanatorium that looked after tuberculosis patients from all over NZ from 1918 to the 1960s when antibiotics took over treatment of TB. The location was chosen because it was known that local miners who had respiratory problems thrived in the Maniatoto goldfields.

The Green Bridge on this road is a very popular swimming spot (not this morning, obviously).

I eventually reached the Sanatorium Buildings now occupied by a religious group as a retreat and refreshment centre.

Entrance to the old sanatorium complex.

There were extensive buildings in the complex – one set of dormitories with kitchen and dining area was being used by the annual field camp of the Survey School from Otago University.

I spoke to the supervisor of the group (the guy in the hat second from the right) and asked if he knew Alan Blaikie, one of my two best friends at Gore High (the other being Russell Graham). Alan was a foundation staff member when the School was set up in 1963 – indeed he knew Alan well, as both a staff member and then a board member.

On the hills above the Sanatorium was the Hamilton Gold Diggings so I took the van up a narrow dirt road to access the area. When I reached the parking area and turned to look back into the valley I had travelled up from, this is what I saw. ——-

——- The whole of the Maniatoto Plains was still covered in the mist I hiked in at Waipiata earlier in the morning, while here above the mist layer it was hot and sunny.

Hamiltons diggings behind me is now a large open field surrounded by hills covered with the scars of gold sluicing. From the discovery of gold in December 1863 the township population rose to 3,000 by January 1864, peaked in the early 1870s at 4,000 with 40 stores and 25 hotels. However the gold ran out by 1874 leaving a population of 90.

The diggings remains as they are today.

My final challenge for the Rail Trail was a visit to the Poolburn Viaduct and Tunnels (for the fourth time). I drove up the Ida Valley to park on a remote gravel road miles off the beaten track but immediately below the railway embankment close to the viaduct. Lexie and I had camped there overnight years ago during our first visit.

Set up for camping on 8 March 2006.

Resting after our climb to the railway embankment (beyond the top right of photo) and the walk to the tunnels on 9 March 2006.

The view of today’s van parked on the stream side in the same spot as in 2006. Floods over the last 19 years have changed the stream banks somewhat.

After all the effort of the climb I could not resist photographing my achievement in reaching again the viaduct and tunnels (you saw similar pictures during last year’s trip.)

This is a stunning piece of engineering built over 3 years from 1901 by 300 workers.

And Poolburn Tunnel No 1 is also extremely well crafted.

The stone and brick work is immaculate.

The 4km return trip (1 hour 20 minutes climbing and walking) was really hard work in 30 degree temperatures, so I was ready for a shower and rest up when I reached the Alexandra Holiday Park at 3.30pm to conclude the day.

Friday 14 February:

No walks today – this had to be a rest day. Overnight I investigated Doubtful Sound Tours and found the earliest one available is next Wednesday 19 February. So I thought I may as well spend the weekend in Wanaka before travelling down to Te Anau early next week. On the way to Wanaka through Cromwell I stopped for a view of the Clyde Dam.

This sculpture near the Dam overlook is of the Karearea (NZ Falcon) a protected species which is found in Central Otago. Lexie and I saw one flying around above the Poolburn Gorge during our March 2006 walk.

The dam operates daily tours (late afternoon and evening) so I will try for one when back through here in a couple of weeks on my way to the West Coast.

At Wanaka I got the second last powered site in the Top 10 Holiday Park, as Wanaka hosts an Iron Man (and Woman no doubt) Challenge Wanaka event tomorrow, and the place is buzzing.

Saturday 15 February:

Yesterday Alexandra topped NZ temperatures at 31 degrees.  This morning promised another scorcher as I headed 30 minutes and 2 km down to the waterfront to watch the Iron Man activity. This is a top notch international event, and at 7.45 swimmers were still completing the water stage while leaders were off on their 90 km bike run (three 30 km laps with turn-around at the waterfront).

Heading in from the last section of the swim.

Running to the cycle changeover area.

The stiff climb out of town on the 30 km leg out along the Glendhu Bay Road.

The turnaround in town. We were warned that incoming cyclists could be doing up to 40k/hr and we needed to be clear enough to avoid anyone sliding off the turn across into us.

After hiking back the 2 km and 30 minute walk to camp, I then drove 10 km out of town to the airport where the Transport and Toy Museum is located. The museum contains the lifelong collection of one man, businessman Gerald Rhodes. It is huge.

There are loads of outdoor exhibits (such as this Vulcan Bomber and UK tank), but four large buildings contain the bulk of cars, trucks, earthmoving machines, aeroplanes and toys.

This view in Building 1 shows how different types of exhibits are mixed up, such as cars and toys. There are 100s of thousands of toy kits and models (a tiny fraction shown here in the cabinets at top right corner) throughout the first two buildings. 

Building 4 shows how an aeroplane (Air NZ Fokker Friendship) and cars (squashed door to door) are mixed together. There are items from all over the world ——-

—– including the USSR with this 1968 MIG 21.

Well, it has been another busy week, so tomorrow, Sunday, I will relax lakeside before heading to Southland on Monday for another adventurous week.

Sunday 2 February:

I spent the morning at the Christchurch Botanical Gardens which although it was a grey and overcast day was full of families and tourists, particularly Chinese folk.

The “Chugger” train ride (which chuffed just like a steam engine) had queues of parents and kids waiting their turn for a spin around the gardens.

Roses, dahlias and rhododendrons were in full bloom.

And I found a full grown tulip tree in the grounds. Do you remember my last year’s visit to Hundertwasser country in Kawakawa and Whangarei and mentioning that he wished to be buried on his property in the “Garden of the Happy Dead” with a tulip tree planted over him to be sustained by the humus from his composting body? His tree started as a small sapling in an open paddock and is now 24 years old, and a sizeable tree in a dense forest.

Tulip trees are a native “whitewood” from North America. Not sure I would wish to be buried under this one.

Sunday after lunch I started off on Route 72, the Inland Scenic Route where the Canterbury Plains borders the Southern Alps, with first stop at Oxford and the Ashley Gorge Holiday Park. I had time to visit Williams Flat Reserve that afternoon and take in the Fairy House bush walk up to the Gorge Lookout.

Ashley Gorge from the lookout.

There were over a dozen of these “houses” on trees adjacent to the walking track, each with a pithy saying contributed by locals. Opening the door on this one and —–

—– this is what was revealed. Another example was from Dave of the Oxford Mens’ Shed who wrote in his “house” that “It always amazes me how exercise and extra-fries sound alike”.

Monday 3 February:

A brilliant sunny day with a 1 hour forest loop walk over the river from the camping ground.

There were some pretty steep steps to climb up into the forest above the river (hiking poles invaluable) —–

—–but there were great views, such as here across to Williams Flat Reserve with the motorhome the only vehicle at 8am ——

—- and later a view of the Ashley River cutting through the plains farmland. I met three locals doing the forest loop, one of whom said they have an underground counter on the track entrance which recorded 10,000 walkers last year (around 27 per day on average).

The next river gorge on Route 72 was the Waimakariri.

River access at the bridge provided great opportunity for canoeing enthusiasts.

And finally for the day it was the Rakaia Gorge where two bridges spanned across to and from an island in the middle of the gorge outlet.

Bridge 1 was a sort of upside-down steel truss —-

—– while Bridge 2, a few metres across the island, was a conventional concrete arch.

Tuesday 4 February:

This was an engineering visit – the Lake Coleridge Power Station, constructed in 1914 to serve Christchurch City growth. I backtracked over the Rakaia Gorge and travelled up the left bank of the river to Coleridge Village and the power station.

It always amazes me how every time you stop at the side of the road with a mob of sheep grazing happily away in an adjacent paddock, as soon as they see the camera, they all turn with a quizzical look to have a group photo taken.

The power station has 6 turbines with the outlet from turbine 4 shown here.

A dual tunnel system 2.2km long feeds lake water to two surge chambers 176 metres above the turbine intakes.

Looking down the feed pipelines from the location of the surge chambers. This view is similar  to that taken from a helicopter and featured in the 1987 Beacons TV series Part 4 episode relating to the engineering use of water.

Back on Route 72 the rain had set in, so a rest stop was in order at Staveley cafe, famous for its varieties of sausage rolls.

The café today – the Topp Twins lived along the road from the café in years past. I stocked up on sausage rolls.

A few km up a side road from the café was a series of forest walking tracks built and maintained by the Mount Somers Walkways Society. I took off in the rain to visit the Sharplin Falls, a I hour return walk with several zig-zag climbs and descents.

The first bridge 20 minutes up the track.

Second bridge at the foot of the falls 35 minutes up the track.

The falls are a series of cascades dropping down through the valley. It was a 25 minute walk from the falls viewing platform back down to the parking area.

Wednesday 5 February:

After overnighting at Geraldine I backtracked up country to Peel Forest where on the Acland Estate there is the Anglican Church of the Holy Innocents where Ngio Marsh is buried in the graveyard. Lexie and I visited it twice in past years, so this was a trip down memory lane.

The Holy Innocents name comes from the fact that the location in years past was the resting place for three children of the district who died very young.

The Acland homestead viewed from the gravel access road to the church.

At Geraldine there are two vehicle museums come heritage centres.

The Roger Mahan Heritage Centre exhibited the collection of one man assembled over a lifetime of contracting success in earthmoving as well as owning and operating Milburn Lime Company.

The Military Museum was opened in November 2023 by a local man who had 14 years in the NZ territorial army service during which he collected odd bits of military equipment which he stored on his farm. After being given a host of Vietnam military pieces by a guy from Waimate he decided to pool all this material into formal collection. This has now expanded substantially as donations of equipment rolled in when other ex-military folk heard what he was doing. Everything has been beautifully restored, and excellently presented.

Wednesday afternoon on my way to Oamaru I detoured up to Duntroon to visit the second of two Maori rock drawing sites which I missed out on in 2024.

These drawings are within a large limestone overhang high above the road up a steep track.

These pre-European symbols are thought to represent sea creatures.

But some drawings of sailing ships indicate post-European contact, drawn by people far from the sea.

Thursday 6 February:

It was a really wet morning travelling from Oamaru to Dunedin, but the rain cleared after I arrived at 9.30. I then checked around the railway station to see what all-day parking was available for my Taieri Gorge rail trip on Saturday.

The Station is one of NZ’s most iconic buildings and is still a fully functioning railway station.

It also houses the Otago Arts Society studio and gallery as well as a sports museum and a Cobb and Co restaurant (remember these from the 1960s and 70s?).

The tile work throughout the main foyer and stairwell is unique —–

—– as is the stained glass work.

The rest of the day was a visit to Taiaroa Heads at the end of the Peninsula and the Royal Albatross Centre. When Lexie and I first visited there over 45 years ago it consisted of a parking lot and walking track with a climb to an outdoor viewing area behind a board fence. Now it is a huge complex with excellent historical and wildlife displays, and access to a viewing building by guided tour at $60/adult (50% discount for Gold Card holders).

There were 4 nesting pairs in residence with this bird egg sitting while its partner was out for a couple of days gathering food. They then will swap over for the next couple of days.

[Last season’s web-cam photo.] Once the chick is hatched and puts on weight it takes two parents fishing daily to feed both themselves and the ravenous youngster. These birds breed here and once the new family member grows strong they all fly east to Argentina returning a year or so later via South Africa and the Southern Ocean to breed again.

Two of the four nests are visible in the grass below the viewing building. Taiaroa Head is also at the entrance for shipping into Port Chalmers.

Friday 7 February:

I spent the day exploring the city centre with a three hour trip mid-day out to Glenfalloch on the Portobello Road to visit the gardens and have lunch at their restaurant.

The refurbishment of George Street’s pedestrian conversion included (I was told) this $600,000 see-saw complex which had ratepayers flabbergasted!!

The entrance path to the Glenfalloch Restaurant passed by a sculpture which was easy to photo as it was not darting around like the live ones I chased during last year’s travels.

The 30 acres of gardens occupy a deep valley and stream to the side of the homestead (originally built in 1872 and renovated in 1920) with loads of trees lining the slopes and several tracks from easy to difficult threading their way throughout the valley.

In the city there was First Church and the Octagon on my after lunch visit list.

First Church was closed while renovations are carried out ——–

—— while in the Octagon this 2021 sculpture is a “doorway to different dimensions” based on the doorway to the Otakou Marae where Southern Tribes signed the Treaty on 13 June 1840.

Saturday 8 February:

Taieri Gorge Railway today, leaving in brilliant sunshine at 9.30am for a 5 hour return trip to Pukerangi (about 2/3^rd of the way to Middlemarch). There were 10 tunnels and maybe 20 bridges including the renown Wingatui Viaduct.

The Gorge is really rugged – in this shot the railway is in the top left-hand corner where a scree slope heads down toward the river.

Entering one of the tunnels after crossing a viaduct.

The Wingatui Viaduct.

Taieri River in view as we cross a viaduct over a side stream.

And a leg-stretch stop at Hindon where this sculpture of dog Sue acknowledges the contribution that Collies have made to farming activity in Central Otago over the last 150 years.

So, quite a busy week.