We were woken at 6am by the sound of guns, which was the Dawn Parade for ANZAC day memorial services. In New Zealand and Australia, it is always on the 25th April and commemorates all who have been killed in war and also honours returned servicemen and women. The significance of the date, is that it marks the landing of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) at Gallipoli, Turkey, during World War I in 1915. Over 3000 New Zealand soldiers died during the eight-month Gallipoli campaign. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful, peaceful day, and so spending a moment to reflect on all those who have given their lives and their service in conflicts around the world seemed appropriate.
Breakfast was served in the van, but during our morning coffee and hot chocolate fix in the Seabreeze cafe overlooking the harbour, cheese scones called to me. DELICIOUS. It was perfect weather for sitting in the cafe and watching the world go by and time was flying by, so to work off the scone, we set about going for a bit of a walk across the marina and along the beach. I’m sure I’m going to say this a lot about the places I see on this trip but I could definitely live in Picton. It’s small but perfectly formed, encircled by hills and mountains, it has a stunning waterfront and friendly, welcoming people. It just has a nice “feel” to the place but alas it was time to get motoring towards Blenheim.
On arriving in Blenheim, we went through the usual practise of setting up camp and exploring the new vicinity. Our campsite was on the outskirts of the town so it’s about 4.5km round trip but when the weather is this good and you’re in shorts and t-shirt, its just a pleasure to be outside. Laura found a Kathmandu store and promptly parted with a couple of hundred NZ Dollars for a new fleece and some other goodies, we figured we should probably head back to shower and change before dinner.
Before I could get to the beer though, Laura decided that now would be a good time to set up the TRX and give me a taste of a Tammy (Lau’s friend/personal trainer) Bootcamp! So after a few sets of sprints, dips, inverted rows and other torturous acts, we’d definitely earned an ale or two.
We’d already decided that we’d head back into town later to watch Fast and Furious 8 at the tiny 2 screen cinema, but first went to a nearby German Alehouse called Dodson St. (Conveniently located on Dodson Street) for dinner. The decor was much like a German Alehouse and there was a vast number of Craft Beers on offer but the real standout was the food. It was lovely, both of us ordering the burger, and it was huge. Homemade burger patties and bacon were out of this world.
Fast and Furious 8 was easy-watching but you sense that it might be a good time to bring that franchise to an end.
Tomorrow we are doing a ‘Wine Tour by bike’ – what could go wrong!