A grey miserable day in Gisborne, and we have been to a matinee of Boy which was sad but true of Coast culture, so I think it is time I got on with completing the diary of the Banks peninsula walk as tomorrow I get to pick up my photos of the wedding and I have a nice album to stick them in. This hut was at Stony Bay and had no power so it was candles, gas cookers and fires. Much of the furniture had been made out of huge slabs of wood and sheepskin rugs. It was very rustic and this is where the outdoor bath was.
"Your feather's tickling me"The sale of the vineyard - which looked so close this time last week now seems very far away. So back to the grindstone.
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