Please excuse the diversion from the riveting Covid series to allow me to write down the details of our trip to North Auckland before I forget. To start with, the timing, the length and the stopping points were quite controversial. (that is, between Duncan and myself). Our initial destination was the camp at Miranda Hot Springs, however these were undergoing renovation which had been held up by the lockdown. So our first stop was Opal Hot Springs, just outside Matamata. I'm not sure whether these are the pools where famously Heather, as a young child jumped in the deep end, but suffice to say that the pools probably haven't changed much in the last 65 years, and the Opal Hot springs weren't quite as hot as expected.
However we settled in - just love being in the caravan, but had to put the heater and the electric blankets on that night. Unfortunately in the morning , while we were getting breakfast the heater was placed underneath the table, so it would have in effect been taking in hot air and reheating it which lead to flames bursting forth. I managed to unplug it, but got the cord wrapped about my ankle. Eventually we got it outside, and the flames soon extinguished themselves.
Our main reason for stopping at Matamata was to go to Hobbiton, but alas, it was two days too early and we didn't think we could occupy ourselves for two days in Matamata.
You can see why we needed the heater and electric blankets - the sky was cloudless, - a crisp cold morning and we set off for the arduous trek up the motorway - except it wasn't all that bad.
We booked into Sandspit Motor Camp, and the weather was starting to turn a bit sour. Not to worry as we meet up with Colin and Helen Beckwith who have been trying to move house from a life style block to a smaller house. Colin was a FLOG (Fun Loving Optometric Golfer) member.
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| Helen's a golfer - so actually she is quite interested! |
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Colin and I were nicely colour co-ordinated.
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