2 sheets to the wind & Covid update

It had to happen eventually, after nigh on 25 years of use, it’s RIP in more than one sense of the word to a couple of bed sheets!

I had put one of the sheets on our bed (this is the top sheet as we are part of the generation that still uses a top sheet! ), we hopped into bed that night and pulled up the sheet, with a loud riiiiiiip it parted company in the middle. Hmmm, change the sheet and put its matching one on the bed but hello, the same happened, riiiiiiip. Oh dear, they will finally have to be consigned to the rag pile.

This linen had had 10 years of constant use at the Lodge being part of our supply of linen, washed after one use and then carefully ironed by Margaret, they were rotated around the Lodge beds and the linen cupboard. A few years before we sold, I took them out of Lodge use and used them on our own bed, then when it came to packing up the Lodge, these particular sheets were consigned for use in the RV and the rest of my “good” linen packed into storage.

So after 10 years of use in the van, the sheets finally came to grief with a large tear through the middle.

Just as well we have recently emptied the storage container where amongst all the boxes were a couple containing my ‘good’ linen, still looking very fresh. I will have a reorganisation of our linen cupboard in the van once we get to Auckland and add to my supplies. And yes, we do have a linen cupboard, it’s been mentioned before here.

Isn’t it kind of strange that we keep some things for “good”? a concept that is a little lost on the generations coming through behind us. Long gone are the days of China cabinets full of items that are never used or only to be used when you had visitors along with shelves full of dust collectors. We have decided that now is pretty damn “good” so everything is being used i.e. the silver cutlery given as a wedding present is and has been used every day since we have been in the van and is now joined by some china, other silverware, a dinner set, crystal glasses and of course the linen.

Oh, in case you were wondering, the sheets were donated to the SPCA.

We’ve been in lockdown for a week now, with an extension for another 4 days for the rest of the country and a further week for Auckland, however we are getting into a semblance of routine. Although to break things up a little, I decided I might just start a spring clean inside the van. It started so well. I started in the back of the bus (the bedroom) with the intention of moving towards the front. But what’s this? I’ve run out of sugar soap, bugger, that will have to go on the shopping list to get later in the week. As a result the bedroom is spick and span with walls and ceilings washed, cupboard doors polished and floors vacuumed, all to within an inch of their lives.

Sadly, I have to report that I had to dust the fishing rod and reel (it’s attached to the wall in the bedroom area), it should be covered in salt spray, sand and fish scales, instead, it’s been gathering dust. Oh well, let’s hope we can move soon and put that to rights!

Wellington-Waikanae and a Covid update.

A busy few days in and around Wellington was on the cards and after a few phone calls plans were put in place. We popped up to Waikanae to see Marilyn & David whom you may recall we first met up with them here on their narrowboat in the UK. After a pleasant couple of hours chatting, out came the cards to play 5 crowns before dinner. Marilyn had prepared a lovely meal for us and we even came away with left overs with a promise to return her container on Sunday on our way heading north.

Much hilarity ensued during the evening, especially when Marilyn was trying to negotiate the new NZMCA App…as well as much colourful language.

Top left: Marilyn pointing the finger & name calling! whilst Roy watches on Bottom left) David gathering video evidence Right: Marilyn expressing her frustration

I would have posted the video David took of the tirade however it would have been one loooooonnnnnng series of bleeps!!

The following day Roy visited with his cousin, Dr Antonia Davin, to catch up on genealogical matters whilst I attended to more domestic duties. I understand that they had a good time catching up on news and family history.

Later that afternoon we headed off to find a laundromat and ended up at Cannons Creek, a suburb not far from Plimmerton. Whilst at the laundromat we noticed that there was a Covid testing facility across the road so I wandered over to ask if they knew of a vaccination centre nearby, and if they took in walk-ins. Sure he said, the centre is just around the corner, go and ask them. So I did. And they did take in walk-ins. They were extremely friendly, accommodating, and welcoming with the place decked out with colourful leis and the staff were all wearing brightly coloured shirts.

Flowery leis decorated all the screens.

I was taken straight in, asked for my details, given my jab, and then taken to the waiting area for the mandatory 20minute wait where not only tea and coffee was on offer, as well, cheese scones, biscuits, slices and even lollipops were available. Well done Canons Creek community.

The following day we were meeting up with my niece Natalie and her daughters Renee & Michelle and going out for lunch. Her husband Richard surprised us by coming around in the morning and taking us out for breakfast/morning tea as he wouldn’t be able to join us later in the day.

Michelle, Natalie & Renee

We met up with Natalie & the girls for lunch in Titahi Bay then they came back to the van for a while. Another lovely day was spent catching up on everyone’s news as well as eating some nice food.

Our last night in Wellington, time to move on again, as yes, it’s another one day fine weather window. We left Wellington and headed to Waikanae to David & Marilyn’s for a cuppa and Marilyn’s famous cheese scones.

On the road out of Wellington

We were returning Marilyn’s container from the other night and also to collect some Kefir grains as they make water kefir and I was keen to give it a go. I’d had milk based kefir before but I’d never had water kefir. Marilyn makes it with ginger so it tastes almost like ginger beer and I really enjoyed it. We were farewelled with some extra scones and the jar of kefir grains along with the instructions on how to make it. Watch this space!

Update: Covid has scuppered what sketchy plans we had in place, it’s just as well we are adaptable and can go with the flow. Instead of making a hurried exit to who knows where (the weather has been atrocious to be on the roads with strong winds and heavy rain interspersed with patches of sunshine) we opted to stay put in relative peace and quiet of small town NZ.

Thank you to all who have rung, text, messaged and emailed us to see if we are ok. Rest assured we are just fine and happy in our bubble of two although I am very pleased I got my first dose of the vaccine. Stay safe people.

Kaikoura – Koromiko – Wellington

We had woken to a stunner of a day and a quick check on weather forecasts, tides, swell forecasts and the Cook Strait weather map made us realise that tomorrow was going to be the only calm day forecast for the next week. A quick phone call to the ferry reservation office to check on availability was the plan, after a 35minute wait for the call to be answered we were able to get a place on the ferry the following day. Time to pack up and leave Kaikoura as well as our lovely neighbours Jim & Jenny. See you soon we hope!!

As we were leaving Kaikoura, we heard a very loud squeaking sort of a sound, a loud whooshing then scrunching noises, it stopped whenever we stopped, then started up again as we moved off. Took a minute or three to figure out that the volume control for the backing camera had been accidentally turned up…it was the squeaking of the towball the whoosh of other vehicles passing and the scrunching of gravel under the tyres!!! 🤣😂

We were soon on our way and as we turned every corner seemed to produce yet another photo opportunity, yes folks, I had the phone out to take photos along our drive today.

A glorious day to travel
From the ocean to the mountains
Across the Clarence River
Past vineyards outside Blenheim
Devastation in the recently flooded area north of Springs Creek

We soon arrived at our destination for the night, a park over property at Koromiko not too far out of Picton. As there had been a lot of rain over the previous few days we knew that the ground had the potential to be a bit soft and muddy. When we arrived we parked on the gravel road and got out to inspect the ground, picking, what we thought was the firmest ground to drive in.

Parked up at Koromiko, to avoid this mess we went the long way round

We avoided the heavily rutted and muddy area and took a big loop around the trees. Hmmm, it was a very muddy and slippery drive and we soon came to a grinding halt albeit with spinning rear wheels. Out we hopped to inspect what was going on and to unhitch the car. At this point the very helpful custodian came over to see if he could assist in any way, as he drives big-rig trucks for a living he knew what he was talking about. We got out the two rubber doormats that we have just for this situation, put them in front of the rear wheels to provide a bit of traction and with some gentle coaching Roy slowly drove the van out onto firm ground.

Ooops, we left our own tracks. Got stuck, but with the handy rubber mats under the back wheels we were soon out of the mud.
Just a few tyre tracks!

The custodians were ever so nice, we apologised profusely for making a a mess with tyre tracks but they said no worries, it’s winter, what do you expect? We had a very pleasant and quiet overnight stay before heading off in the late afternoon the following day ready to catch the ferry. Oh and if you are wondering, there wasn’t an issue getting out, it was a simple drive out.

Onto Picton and the ferry for an early evening sailing, however, it was running over an hour late due to a medical emergency on board earlier in the day so instead of arriving in wellington at 11pm it was 12.30am when we docked.

Waiting in the queue to board

It was a relatively smooth sailing, just a big swell in the middle of the Strait made us rock’n’roll a bit.

The city lights of Wellington, always a welcome sight.
Parked inside the ship, they gave us a bit of room on the drivers side so we could exit the door easily.
The view through the front windscreen. I don’t know how these truck driver manage to get their big rigs in and out of these tight spaces.
Truck and trailer unit with a bend in the middle, he had to do a bit of to-ing and fro-ing to get out.

Then it was our turn to exit once the trucks had managed to get out of the way, the guys guiding us were brilliant and only required us to back up a little to get around the final tight corner, not an easy thing to do with a car on an A-Frame. We were soon off and by 1.30am we had arrived at the Plimmerton NZMCA park. We were very careful to be as quiet as possible so we parked out on the road, unhitched the car and then walked into the park to see where we were able to fit in. It was pretty full but we found a good spot next to the entrance, parked up, set ourselves up before making a cup of tea and finally climbing into bed just after 2am.

We woke the following morning to find that the wind had come up, forecasts were for gale force winds later in the day and the following day which would have meant a very rough crossing. Phew, we made the right decision.

Plans were made for the next few days to catch up with friends and family but there was one job on the urgent list that had to be attended to very quickly. The cable that connects the lights from the van to the car had at some stage become trapped in the A-frame mechanism resulting in a squashed cable and meant we had a fault with the lights. We didn’t know this until we had come off the ferry, travelling along the motorway with one indicator light stuck on which would occasionally turn off again as we went over a bump. As there was nowhere to safely stop along the motorway at silly hour of the night and very little traffic we continued our short journey to Plimmerton.

The next morning we looked at repairing the cable but no, it would be better and safer to get a new one made up. We headed off to Berry & Mexted Batteries to get a new cable sorted, which they did quickly and efficiently. Now we can plan the next few days.

Christchurch-Parnassus-Kaikoura

The road from Christchurch to Parnassus is not a great distance, about 145km, and very scenic with lots of wineries along the way however, we were happy to drive on past the wineries onto our destination.

Crossing the Hurunui River

Parnassus is one of the quieter parks in the NZMCA network, and when we arrived at the park just one other vehicle was there but by the evening 6 others had joined us. They all left the following morning so our next night there was spent on our own, not that we mind.

Parked in the sunshine in Parnassus

We had planned on staying just two nights but the weather was rubbish on Tuesday so without any pressing reason to leave, we stayed off the roads. In fact there were warnings out to stay off the roads as there were predicted high winds, snow to fall in the hills and generally a good day to stay indoors knitting whilst watching the olympics.

From here it was an even shorter drive of just 68km to Kaikoura. For some reason I woke early, well, early for me 😉, and with a glorious day unfolding we were on our way before 10am. What a stunning day to travel with lots of scenery to take in along the way.

Just out of Parnassus we caught a glimpse of the Inland Kaikoura Range covered in snow
Aaaah, back by the sea
Through the tunnel
At the top of the rope, you can just make out the orange jacket of abseilers working on road safety measures after the earthquake.
The overhead nets have been completed since we were through here in late March.
The Seaward Kaikoura Range towering above the sea.

We arrived at the Kaikoura NZMCA a park in time for lunch and settled in where we picked to be a good place. All of the grass areas are roped off at the moment but fortunately there are two levels of gravelled parking areas to choose from.

View from the door of the van
And from the front window.

Whilst we were in Kaikoura we popped in to see Trevor & Susan, they have moved into their new house since we were here in April. We ended up have having dinner with them in their stunning new home overlooking South Bay. And of course I did my usual thing of forgetting to take a single photo. We had a lovely time with them over a very nice meal Susan made for us all and we look forward to seeing them again and see what they have done with their gardens.

You will have worked out by now that we only move on fine days, we choose not to travel in high winds, torrential rain or at night. We realise that we are fortunate not to have a schedule to keep to and can change plans to suit ourselves.

With that in mind, Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, the weather forecast for the next few days were dire with wind warnings and snow forecast so we packed up ready to leave. We got as far as the dump station at the Kaikoura NZMCA park (all of 100metres from where we were parked) when the wind started to blow, and blow, and blow. After emptying the tanks and with the van being rocked by the wind we looked at each other and said, nah, let’s go back and park up here until the bad weather passes. So we did exactly that.

The rain came down in torrents, and it got colder and colder, by late afternoon it was only just above zero.

A bit of water lying around
Icy snow building up on the windows.

Luckily the storm only lasted a couple of days before the sun came out again. This is the view out of the van door over a couple of days.

Top picture when the clouds descended, and the following morning in the picture below.

An interesting thing happened whilst we were in Kaikoura. Roy lost the little pouch that he keeps his hearing aid batteries in along with a couple of other things for his hearing aids. We searched and searched throughout the van and then the car and the ground in between but could not find it anywhere. A couple of days later we went to the supermarket where we were met at the entrance by the manager with a photo of Roy taken at the supermarket and with the hearing aid pouch in his hand asking if this was Roy’s? “Yes”, he said, “but how did you know it was mine? “. Well, they found it on the floor by the checkout, looked back through CCTV footage, found it was Roy who dropped it and printed off his picture. Then on camera they followed him to the car, got the reg of the car and when the car came into the car parking lot two days later, the camera picked up the reg and sent a text alert to the manager who met us at the entrance to the supermarket!! How amazing is that? Scary, that big brother is watching everything we do, but great that he got his pouch returned. And yes, he has now put his name and phone number inside it, just in case.

Another week in Christchurch

We arrived in good time at the NZMCA park on the outskirts of Christchurch, parked up and settled ourselves in.

Crossing the Rakaia River en route to Christchurch

We had a few things planned for the week ahead, some of them not so pleasant but things we have to do; think annual accounts as well as some necessary legal commitments. But we can’t complain, the views aren’t too bad.

View to the Southern Alps across the Canterbury Plains.

I will apologise now for the dearth of photos, my excuse is that I just get too carried away talking to even think about taking pictures!!

We had been here and there doing bits & pieces when one day a familiar vehicle rocked up beside us, it was Carol & Glen. We had a great catch up on where we’d been since we last saw them and all their travels as well. A couple of days later another pair of familiar faces arrived, it was Faye & Barry who used to be the camp hosts at Matata. As you can imagine lots of talk and catching up ensued over the next few days.

We were also spending a bit of time with good friends Pat & Sue as they live near by. Pat & Sue welcomed a new grandson earlier in the week so they were busy with grand parenting duties for a few days but we caught up over the next week for lots of talk, shared meals, and we may have also utilised their showering and clothes washing facilities! oh, and we also may have played a few games of cards!

After all our tripping around, the poor RV was looking very dirty, in fact someone asked if we had been off-road driving as it was so muddy and grubby. The trouble we have is finding somewhere where we can wash the van, but a solution was close at hand. There is a Clean Co Truck wash just down the road so on the Friday morning we packed up and went off to clean up our act.

Ready to be cleaned

We waited in line with a number of large truck and trailer units before being sent into a bay to get washed. Meanwhile we were warmly greeted by the owners in the reception area where we were offered a cup of tea or coffee whilst we waited along with some of the truck drivers. I must say that we were made very, very welcome and had a lovely time chatting with all the truckies especially hearing about all the different types of trucks and cargo they haul. We can highly recommend Clean Co, they do a great job and are reasonably priced too with branches all around the country.

We returned to Weedons where we emptied the tanks in readiness to leave on Sunday then we spent the rest of the day watching the NZ rowing teams bringing home gold and silver as well as spending some time with Glen & Carol.

Our last night in Christchurch was spent with Pat & Sue, after a few games of cards and dinner we spent the rest of the evening cheering on the NZ women’s rugby 7s and we were thrilled that they brought home the gold.

Sunday morning we were on our way again. We had previously done a recce on easy access fuel stations for both fuel and LPG so we knew exactly where we were going to fill the tanks before heading on out of town. That was easily completed and we were on our way. See you next time Christchurch.

Reversing the order

We arrived back at the Golf Club in Geraldine, parked up then headed round to see Bill & Linda. Well, the next few days flew by and were filled with lots of card games, rugby watching, laughs and lots of scrummy food.

Linda had told me about her recent hankering for a proper English pork pie, so she set about making one which included rendering down fat for the pork lard, mincing her own meat, and making her own jelly as well as the hot water crust pastry. Just to tease – she said they were delicious.

Well, that got us salivating….so amongst all the lovely meals that Linda cooked, we made homemade pork pies. OMG they were wonderful, maybe not so wonderful for the waist line but nevertheless delicious.

Pork pies

We delayed our departure from Geraldine for a day or two as the rest of the country was experiencing torrential rain, gale force winds and severe flooding. Whilst we did have a bit of rain, just not the soaking that the rest of the country had endured, so we settled down to days of playing cards, eating and watching the odd rugby game.

Some serious rugby watching

Time to say our farewells and move on, not far today, just as far as Jason’s on the outskirts of Ashburton. We parked outside the local hall (with permission) this time as the ground outside Jason’s was very soft and muddy. The hall is just a few hundred metres from his farmlet so not too far away for us to commute between the two. Of course I didn’t take any photos of us parked up there did I?!

The next few days were spent doing family things, and catching up with all four grandkids.

One evening Dante was doing some revision work, Maths – yes it’s a family trait and must be hereditary!!! as Dad Jason is a secondary school Maths teacher and Grandad Roy did his degree in Maths and has a lifelong passion for the subject so it was no surprise that “discussion” took place on problems and equations.

Dante caught between Grandad and Dad

In the end, Grandad and Dante worked on problems and solutions whilst Dad took a back seat, sometimes that one generation removed is better at explaining things!! Keeping with family tradition, Dante is off to Otago Uni next year to study maths and physics.

We again delayed our planned departure for a day as the weather was rubbish, and let’s face it, it’s not as though we have a tight schedule to keep to.

View out the window on our way into Ashburton

But the next day dawned bright and sunny and we were off again with just a slight detour to do the necessary housekeeping at the Ashburton dump station.

Crossing the Ashburton River and the bridge which suffered damage in the recent floods. If you look closely you can see the slump in the road in front of the car on the opposite side of the road,

A nice easy drive through to Christchurch with some stunning views of the Southern Alps across the Canterbury Plains.

Southern Alps