So here goes…

It was back in April when Teddy and I took off from Auckland on our journey to Hong Kong and the 2018 HK Rugby Sevens.

I remember back in the late 90’s when I was working in Fiji, the Hong Kong Rugby Sevens was a big event where the Fiji Sevens team would inevitably go into battle with the New Zealanders, creating a great rivalry. My memories take me back to living in Suva and heading to the gym in the mornings where the Fiji Sevens team would be in training in the next room. (A sigh of nostalgia!) Those were the days when Waisale Serevi was in his prime as scrum half for Fiji and known as ‘The King of Sevens’.

But back to our trip!

We were a tad disoriented during our early morning arrival in Hong Kong.  Our flight from Auckland on Hong Kong Airlines was uneventful but at the arrival gate we were directed down an escalator to a subway platform where a rapid train transported us to the main arrivals building. Our processing through Immigration was a breeze, but then we were knocked for a six. 

Our pre-booked hotel transfer was no more. The tour company who accepted our booking no longer serviced the hotels on Hong Kong Island, so we were up for an unexpected taxi fare to our hotel. The company did give us a letter on our arrival at the airport suggesting we make our own way to the hotel and also to make alternative arrangements for our transfer back to the airport in 5 days time!!!

I definitely recorded a black mark against you Buffalo Tours Hong Kong. After all it was 7 months earlier that you took our booking!

We eventually arrived at our hotel (about NZ$95.00 poorer from the taxi fare) to be told that our room would not be ready until after 2pm. It was only around 9.30 in the morning at this stage. But surprise, surprise, if we wanted to upgrade, there was a room we could have immediately. I was surprised to see that they had a pre-printed information sheet showing the additional rates for upgraded rooms and I figured that this was a strategy to score a few extra dollars from the tourist.

We bit the bullet and paid the extra dollars and were able to rest up for an hour or so to catch our breath.

Our Hotel, the Regal Hong Kong Hotel in Causeway Bay was a comfortable resting place. A thought initially crossed my mind that it was a bit Trump-ish, all gold, marble and chandeliers, but realistically, that was an unfair criticism.  Although the rooms were small, it  was only a 10 minute walk from the stadium which we could actually see from our hotel window. We spent the afternoon wandering around the streets and looking for somewhere I could find some food for Teddy. Luckily there was a Seven-Eleven just around the corner so it was easy to find something to satisfy him. I had one of my few meals of local food which was just delish.

The next day we decided to check out the stadium and on the way, we stumbled upon the Women’s Rugby Sevens being played at a neighbouring sports ground. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the day watching the women’s qualifying rounds.

The following day, the tournament started in earnest as the women’s finals were played, along with the opening round of the men’s tournament. The New Zealand women’s team didn’t compete, opting instead to travel to the Gold Coast in preparation for the Commonwealth Games due to start a week later.

For three days, we drowned ourselves in sevens rugby. The crowds (the stadium was packed), the costumes (I can’t even start to describe some of these), the entertainment (music, solo singers, lives bands) was everything we thought it would be. The stadium certainly had its own amazing and very memorable vibe.

Our Kiwi boys played okay considering the team was minus a few top players. But they did well. It was of course the Fiji team that took away the tournament. They had decided to field their top team, praying that they wouldn’t suffer any injuries and jeopardise their chances in the Commonwealth Games the next week.

On the last day of our stay in Hong Kong when the tournament finished, we again joined the throngs of people winding their way down the narrow streets away from the stadium. This was an experience on its own. Bedraggled costumes, alcohol-soaked punters, cars a-tooting, police whistles a-whistling, traffic jams, mouth-watering spicy foodie smells from the rows of restaurants lining the route back to the city. An experience to behold!

The tournament experience was a tiring but extremely enjoyable three days, but we needed sleep. We had to catch a flight in the morning and be ready when our re-arranged transfer arrived to pick us up. At least the new transfer arrangement was on time and all set to shuttle us back to the airport.

It only seemed like we had just arrived in Hong Kong, but no, we were soon back at the airport and heading to our next destination, Tokyo.

I’m now prepared to have a different view on this.

The Sevens have got their own unique buzz that can’t be found at any other time or place. These tournaments consist of two consecutive days of around ten hours where you’re mixing with crowds of punters – in varying stages of increasing inebriation, weird and wonderful costumes, expensive food and of course, the weather – be it rain, hail or sunshine. And to add to the pleasure, you spend hours each day moulding your bum into a numb moon-shaped human frisbee from those hard, unforgiving plastic seats.

I’d thought for many years that I’d like to do the Wellington Sevens tournament in early February. But I was never seriously tempted to pay the “through the roof” price that scammers were asking for tickets.

When I saw the venue was changing to Hamilton I sounded Teddy out to see if he wanted to go. Of course, a ridiculous question for sure. Anything “rugby” and he’s a sure starter.

So, finally we had the “Sevens” in our sights. 

It was a no-brainer to buy tickets and book some accommodation early in the piece.

So, it was then that Saturday morning, 3rd February finally arrived. Hamilton, here we come!

The streets surrounding the stadium were pulsing with people heading to the stadium: White-haired wizards, tacky sailors, faux Hawaiian dancers, French street vendors and pot-bellied ballet dancers in gasping tutus.

There was no doubt that the culture of the sevens had transferred well to Hamilton.

Before we even reached the stadium, we were wide-eyed at some of the punters weird and whacky costume choices. Our weekend neighbours at the motel were well prepared for their version of fun.

We never gave any thought to costumes for ourselves as Teddy is always, and without fail, a dedicated All Black supporter so anything that would detract from his Kiwi loyalty would be out of the question.

We didn’t know what the weather would do on the day. Both rain and sun would become very uncomfortable if we didn’t get our gear right. The thought of sweltering in some full body costume didn’t appeal at all. Nor did I want to feel the chill in something flimsy if the weather turned to custard.

I’m stoked that we’ll have a better handle on the “what to wear” conundrum next time!

As the games got underway, we were entertained with a festival of great rugby, continuous music at every “whistle blow”, and an inspiring assortment of entertainment at various times throughout the day. And the weather held up a treat.

There’s always some things that stand out in your mind. Some are opportunities for a good laugh, others can give you goose bumps and it was a music interlude that did that for me.

Poi-E

At every break in play, music booms out across the stadium. And the music choices are extensive and range from one end of the music spectrum to the other.

The one tune that sent tingles down my spine was the famous kiwi hit  Poi-E by the Patea Maori Club.  It’s always a fantastic way to involve the public in the mood of the surroundings, however this song always seems to stir up a healthy dose local patriotism. 

Another thing that tickled my fancy was to see how much Teddy was enjoying the music. He even enjoyed it enough to start knocking out a few moves to “Twist and Shout”.

Teams’ Lap of Honour

Teams progress through the “round robin” to find their position in the play-offs. Top qualifiers progress to the Cup play-offs and the rest are sectioned into the Plate, Bowl or Shield play-offs dependent on what each tournament has on offer. Once a country’s team is finally eliminated from the tournament, they wander around the field perimeter waving to the crowd in their own lap of honor.  During these walk arounds (which incidentally were not mandatory), I was heartened by the support the New Zealand crowd gave to these international teams.  I felt proud as the crowd applauded the players as they stopped for selfies, signed kids tee shirts, flags or anything else that would serve as a cherished piece of memorabilia.

Win for Fiji Team

A win for New Zealand is always the end goal but sometimes it doesn’t happen as we’d like. This was one of the times that the win got away from us. But if I had to pick another team to win, it had to be Fiji. Having lived in Suva for over two years, I know how much Rugby means to the Fijians. The fact that the crowd had as many Fijian supporters as Kiwis, I still felt it was a bit of a home grown win anyway.

…and there is Huntly

Exhaustion wasn’t really on the menu, but we were a couple of tired old buggars by the time the weekend was over. In fact, I didn’t see daylight until 9 o’clock on Monday morning. 

As we’d intended getting away early on the homeward trek, Teddy had already sorted his weetbix, toast and coffee, (standard breakfast for the best part of fifty odd years). All I wanted was a flat white so figured I’d pick one up on the way home. We’d got as far as Huntly before I spotted a roadside coffee truck and not only was the coffee a delight. We were parked on the banks of the Waikato River, just opposite the Huntly Power Station. I realized that the view from the car window was a scene for a “must have” photo. 

Let me know if you agree.

Our next trip is to the Hong Kong Sevens next month. We are well into the planning and I look forward to sharing a few photos along the way.

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For centuries there has been different interpretations of what Christmas means to different people from different lands.

But there’s one theme that seems to run true to whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you see as your idea of Christmas.

And that theme is the colors of red and green.

A Christmas tree sits proudly in a corner, green and decorated with baubles, tinsel, little ornamental reindeer, chocolate Santas, colored balloons and all sorts of trinkets and sparkles.

Father Christmas is everywhere. And he is a red suited emblem of Christmas past, Christmas present and he’ll be bounding around in the his jolly suit for generations to come. 

But it doesn’t matter where you are, what the climate, what the customs are that you live by, Christmas trees will always be green and Santa’s suit will always be red.

So, how do you reconcile the standard image of Christmas of sleighs and reindeer, snow covered chalets in the mountains, shoppers wrapped in their winter woollies as they search for last minute gifts, with a summer of barbeques, sandy beaches and holidays in the sun.

New Zealand in the summer is full of  red and green images and for those of you who need some reminders of a Christmas in the sun, here’s a few red and greens to feast your eyes on: 

1. Pohutukawa Trees

Every morning when I wake up I can look out the window and see a row of Pohutukawa trees in full flower.

Known as the New Zealand Christmas tree, I’m surprised that kiwis haven’t caught on to the craze of decorating them with fairy lights and shiny baubles.

2. Hobbiton – Behind the red door.

As I begin a fanciful journey around the country I can imagine the sights and sounds that would greet me.

At Hobbiton, I hear the jingle of bells and the rhythm of Christmas carols as the Hobbits cover their pine trees with tinsel and trinkets, prepare the Xmas ham for the oven and wrap gifts for their little hobbits.

3. Rotorua Geyser

A journey to sulphur city is never without a Christmas reminder.

You would never want to cook your Christmas dinner in that steam. Although tender, it wouldn’t taste the best!

4. Wellington Cable Car

The red cable car, set against a backdrop of green ferns, parkland and hills. 

A Christmas view for 365 days of the year.

5. Flags of the World

What can I say? Countries across the world come together in a show of unity with their splattering of Reds and Greens and everything in between.

6. Queenstown

Summer in the winter wonderland of skiing and snow-capped mountains.

Our beautiful Queenstown oozes summer with a touch of Christmas color.

7. Walter Peak Station

Why not cruise across Lake Wakatipu aboard the TSS Earnslaw to Walter Peak Station.

Red roof, red flowers, green lawns and green trees… 

It’s a view, typical of a Christmas picture postcard.

8. Greymouth

I could be tempted to stop of for a piece of Christmas cake and a glass of Christmas cheer as I pass this delightful little West Coast treasure.

9. Akaroa

And say a wee prayer to help me on my way.

10. Avon River

What a way to spend a blissful Christmas afternoon. Basking in the glory of a river bank worthy of an artist’s easel. 

11. House and Flags

Take a detour down any side street and you’ll be surprised at what you will find.

A mix of French and Kiwi?

12.  Mercury Bay Winery

Beautiful!

Food, wine and a view to die for!

13. Pukeko

Even a red beak and a green lawn backdrop.

Christmas colors everywhere!

14. Strawberries…

Yummy… All I need is some vanilla icecream and a dusting of icing sugar.

15. …and Cherries

On their own, they are a delight.

A Christmas experience to behold!

16. Swing Bridge

A single red bauble in a sea of green.

I’m in heaven!

17. Sunset

At the end of the day, the sun goes down. Redish beams filter through the trees to cast the final light of the day on the green pastures below.

***Merry Christmas Everyone***

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…and that’s not the only thing going up.

The mercury’s inching up and that summer feeling is certainly in the air. And, the biggie…Christmas is just around the corner.

It’s time to brush off the barbie, lock in a stock of Christmas cheer and prepare to relegate 2017 to the rear view mirror.

It also means it’s time to climb on board the holiday travel train. To join the hordes of holiday makers heading to the beaches for their annual fix of summer sun.

Popular tourist hang-outs will be overrun with jandal-footed, scantily clad bodies. And the smell of a hundred SPF 50’s will clog your nostrils for weeks to come. 

But it doesn’t have to be that way. And just maybe you don’t have any annual holidays left to let you escape for a week or two.

Often it can be better to plan the odd day trip or overnighter, from your base at home.  It doesn’t have to be to places that are high-traffic tourist locations.

Every year I make a point of visiting at least one new location, and that can be either at home here in New Zealand or to some overseas destination.

So, now I’ll share a few of the more out-of-the-way places that Teddy and I have visited over the years. Places that have provided us with a wider lens from which to view this beautiful country. And it’s not always in the popular touristy places where you find these precious gems.

Our challenge to you is to find just one little treasure of your own and let us know back here on this post; where it was, what you did and how you can encourage others to visit that place.  On the other hand, if you already have a trove of “special” destinations in your travel pack, let us know where they are, then share the post with your friends and family.

To help you on your way, I’ve complied a short list of just a few of the “out of the way” places that Teddy or I, or both of us have visited over the years.

At the time of our visits, some of the places seemed very isolated and today with advances in infrastructure and communications, it may not be the case now. But the value we find in visiting remote locations, is that it gives us the chance to see for ourselves, the treasures that our beautiful country has to offer.

So, are you wondering what to do over the holiday break? Then maybe this will give you enough of that “holiday feeling” to get yourself, your family and friends together and climb  on board your own starship Enterprise and go “where no man has gone before”.

Well, maybe not quite that remote. There will be a reasonably well trodden path to many of these locations, but it is great to have that feeling that you’re a little bit “off the grid” when travelling to remote places.

Teddy and I have still got a few places to explore and we’ll be trying our darnedest to get there some time in the not too distant future.

Here is our own starter pack of remote(ish) places to visit. We’ll start in the Far North and head south:

1. Cape Reinga and Ninety Mile Beach – Far North

It’s a powerful feeling to stand at the top of the country and gaze out to the blue horizon. It must have been around twenty years ago when I visited the lighthouse at Cape Reinga. This is New Zealand’s (almost) northern most point where you can watch as the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean merge with the warmer waters of the Tasman Sea.

In fact Cape Reinga is second only to the Surville Cliffs, 30 kilometres further east as taking the trophy for the country’s most northern point. Nevertheless, its a great feeling to stand at the lighthouse and watch in awe as the two oceans come together. Sometimes the waters are calm and the merging of the two bodies is gentle and serene. At other times the water and waves swirl and agitate as if powered by a giant underwater washing machine.

To get there, one option is to self-drive, preferably in a 4WD so you can travel the return journey along the sands of ninety mile beach. 

Alternatively, full-day coach tours leave daily from Paihia and Kerikeri. This was the option I chose so I could sit back and be guided though the region. The driver/guide provides a great historic commentary as you pass through kauri forests, dunes and beaches. The full day-trip takes about 11 hours from pick-up to drop-off.  

2. Waitomo Caves – “Wai” – Water; “Tomo” – Entrance or Hole – Southern Waikato

You may wonder why anyone would want to venture underground to go hunting little worms. Well that’s not quite what you find once you’ve descended into what seems like the bowels of the Earth. Teddy and I both, at different times in our lives, have visited the famous glowworms caves in South Waikato.

Generally the beauty of this country is found above the ground in it’s mountains, lakes and beaches, but the Waitomo Caves present the opportunity to see that the land is more than skin deep. Its subterranean landscape of unique limestone formations and cave systems is like another world. And the ultimate goal is to get close up and personal with those “glowing little worms“. 

To get there, is an easy hour long drive south from Hamilton. Several tour companies operate coach tours out of Rotorua, Hamilton and Auckland. If you leave from Auckland, the full day trip is about 8 hours long.

3. Cape Kidnappers – Hawkes Bay

Back in the 1960’s I went on a school trip to Cape Kidnappers to visit the remote gannet colony. At the time I knew very little about the gannets and the significance of that particular colony.

The colony consists of the Australasian gannet (Takapu) which is one of three species of gannet belonging to the booby family.  Over 20,000 gannets at peak time, are spread over four main nesting sites. And these sites now form four separate colonies: The Plateau, Saddle, Whalebone Reef and Black Reef colonies.

Although gannets are found in other areas of New Zealand and around the world, Cape Kidnappers is the largest mainland nesting site in the world.

Our school group travelled to Hastings by bus and then on to the beachside settlement of Clifton. This is the starting point of the 8 kilometre  walking track along the picturesque coastline to Cape Kidnappers.

It’s recommended to start the walk, 3 hours after high tide and for the return journey, no more that an hour and a half after low tide. I remember that long walk along the beach and at one stage we had to clamber over some rocks to avoid the lapping tide below.

At that time, the beach walk was the only way to reach the gannet colony. Now there is the additional option of a tractor safari operating every day (except the occasional days when the tides are not playing ball). Each tractor excursion lasts approximately 4 hours.

There is also the slightly more up-market (more expensive) 4WD overland safari departing twice daily. 

Apart from the extremely chaffed inner thighs (which cleared up in a couple of days) suffered from the six-hour trek through sand and salt water, the fun and learning experience has stayed with me for decades. 

4. Cape Palliser and Lighthouse – Wairarapa

A favourite place for our holidays in the 60’s and 70’s was the tiny oceanside settlement of Lake Ferry which lies at the mouth of Lake Onoke on the southern Wairarapa coast.

From the camping ground at Lake Ferry, we’d travel the 50 kilometer drive along the rugged coastline to the Cape Palliser Lighthouse.

The journey was amazing and the views, breathtaking. I remember Dad taking my sister and I on the journey and I was captivated by the ruggedness, and windswept outlook towards the Cook Strait. 

Along the way, we stopped off at a seal colony to watch the adult and young seals, lazing on the warm rocks. I remember during my early writing career, I wrote a travel article in which I focused on the memorial gravesite of a group of seafarers from the Zuleika, a ship that ran aground in Palliser Bay in April 1897.

Of the 21 sailors on board, 12 perished. Of the dead, 8 were buried in the grave, one was taken to Port Chalmers to be buried in a family plot, and the remaining three bodies were never found. For some reason, the memory of visiting that grave site has stayed with me. 

I’d like to go back along that piece of coastline one day, but in the meantime, there’s a lot more places to go, people to see and things to do.

To get there, head south from Martinborough and follow the signs to direct you to Palliser Bay. Tour companies currently operate coach excursions from Martinborough and Wellington. 

5. Moeraki Boulders – Otago

I found these boulders fascinating. 

The Moeraki Boulders are large spherical stones that have fallen away from the hillside as the bank recedes. Some of these “little stones” weigh up to several tons and are over 2 metres in diameter. 

Aside from the pure pleasure of wandering along the beach and seeing and touching these huge monsters, I’ve since spent many hours researching the various theories surrounding their existence. 

There is much folklore surrounding their origin and many theories have been suggested as to how the boulders were formed. From Maori legends of washed up remains of calabashes and kumera, to theories of being alien eggs or giant egg shells of sea-born dragons and on to a raft of scientific theories on their creation some 60 million years ago. 

Regardless of where they came from, I was fascinated to see such huge boulders lying across the beach, being partially covered by the incoming tides, and then fully exposed during the receding tides.  They now have legal protection and it is no longer permitted to damage, graffiti or remove them.

To get to the Moeraki Boulders, travel south from Oamaru along SH1 for about 20 minutes and the turnoff to the beach, café and carpark are well signposted. 

6. Stewart Island – Southland and Beyond.

As a teenager, Teddy travelled with Mum and Dad down to the country’s southern-most point; Stewart Island. Our Dad, a worker on the railways during those years, and would make the most of his annual “free rail pass” to cart the family around the country.

I recall both Mum and Dad telling me what a great experience it was to see so much of the countryside that they’d never seen before. It also helped that some  “rellie” would somehow come out of the woodwork on the journey, either an “uncle” who worked on the Cook Strait Ferry and give them access to a few extra perks than they’d be afforded as regular travellers.  Occasionally it would be some “old town boy” who used to know someone who was related to someone. And so it went on.

Teddy clearly remembers the day back in the summer of ’65 (a tad early than Bryan Adams Summer of 69), and their cruise across the Foveaux Strait on the ferry from Bluff to Oban, the major township of the Island. The population of the island still sits around the 400 mark and has seen little movement in population for the last few decades.

This has to be one of my bucket list entries in the future.

 Flights and Ferry Services run regularly every day. Ferries sail between Bluff and Oban (Stewart Island) and travel time is 1 hour each way. Flights operate between Invercargill Airport and Oban and flight time is 20 minutes.

As I have said, I still have some places that I want to visit. Neither of us have travelled the South Island’s West Coast, and that is high on both of our lists. I plan to visit Bluff one day and maybe too, take the trip across the Strait to Stewart Island. 

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Remember, let us know of any of your special “out of the way places” that you have visited and maybe we will add them to our bucket list as well. 

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Rain on the plane’s windows speckled the view of Nelson’s water-soaked tarmac. But Nelson is supposed to be sunny, I hear you say. Doesn’t it have the highest number of sunshine hours per year across New Zealand?  That maybe so, but that’s not the welcome that greeted Teddy & Me today. Our plane was forced to circle for a few minutes while the a backlog of flights negotiated the misty conditions. We touched down with no drama and only a few minutes later than scheduled. And the rain persisted. 

But it’s only water. And water will dampen the air but it takes more than a few raindrops to dampen our spirits. We didn’t come all the way from Auckland for the rugby just to be wussy about the weather. On the other hand however, I was still a tad tentative about my decision to book a B&B for our two-day stay.

Collingwood Manor – A Grand Old Lady

I discovered this B&B by accident as I was looking to book some weekend accommodation. We wanted something close to Nelson’s Trafalgar Park as that’s where the rugby was to be played. Collingwood Manor was the closest to the Park that offered excellent overnight rates. But I’d never stayed in a B&B before and I had no idea what to expect.

I’d booked a twin room, (which is usual when Teddy and I travel) but when the hosts were forced to juggle the rooms prior to our arrival, we were upgraded to a king-sized room each. I guess the other guests had a greater need for the twin room than we did. I mean, who objects to an upgrade? Not us that’s for sure.

But we still had no idea what would greet us on our arrival.

As we pulled into the driveway, I was entranced by the grand stature of a century old villa.

I sensed a journey to another time, but my t/shirt and cord jeans were no substitute for the flowing dresses that would have once adorned the veranda ahead. Its grandeur demanded my brief acknowledgment to the history and stories that lay within the sturdy walls.

I felt like an intruder as I approached the large wooden door that greeted me. We were met by Jules, the lady half of the hosting couple who ushered us inside. I’m sure I could hear the whispering walls unveiling their secrets as we were shown through the home and given the ancient keys to our rooms. I was surprised by the warmth exuding from every nook and cranny of the home. I could feel it wrap around and protect me from the cold chill of the flash-back winter outside.

Old and Traditional meets New and Quirky

Our rooms were a homely blend of old and new. Heat pumps in each room had replaced crackling wood fires, but it didn’t detract from the olde charm. The modern touches throughout the establishment melded well with the solid wooden archways, high ceilings, dado strips and stained glass windows gazing out onto the verandah. The ensuites in every room proudly displayed their old kauri floors and old style plumbing fixtures. It was perfect. The large sash windows framed the garden scenery beyond, but in the evening, modern roller blinds blocked out any intruding night. Their subtlety in no way detracted from the early twentieth century ambiance in the rooms. The guests dining come family room sat radiantly at the front of the home. With its bay window and stained glass panels above, I was reminded of scenes from early movies where the family would gather around the fireplace and tell stories recounting their adventures of the day.

Art and Artisans

Nelson is a city rich in the arts, and Ray & Jules have adorned so much of this home with local treasures. Ray’s insights into some of the pieces in the home is fascinating. Paintings and prints, ornaments and figurines, glassware and pottery. My head was filled with the visions of many artisans, toiling over their lathes, easels, and pottery wheels. And evidence of his search for the home’s history hangs in the grand entrance hallway where framed newspaper articles show details dating back to the late 19th Century when the home was built. 

Snuggle Down in Modern Comfort 

In the bedrooms, a modern stand-alone wardrobe provides a hanging place for clothes but lying on their tops sit old battered suitcases with stories they could tell from times long passed. Each room was like a history lesson but without the head ma’am at the front of the room. At each turn I could take myself back to earlier generations and wonder at their daily lives. I didn’t get to sit on the enveloping verandah as the rain and cool air persisted. But that can wait till another day when the sun will allow me to experience the delight of the home in summer.

A Bonus Find

The purpose of our journey was to attend a rugby match and the park was just a five minute walk away. But little did we know at the time, that enroute to the game we would be spoiled by a stroll along historic Elliott Street, a street of picket fences, fences protecting creeping wisteria, framing plots of standard roses and clumps of bright blue hydrangeas. Elliott Street is registered with the Historic Places Trust because of the row of restored century old homes standing at attention along the narrow street. Thirtyone of the homes are listed as heritage buildings. The homes have been restored to their original charm and my historic journey continued as I wandered past fences draped with clinging vines of delicate flowers in picks and whites. How beautiful this all looked and not in the least dampened by the persisting drizzle throughout the day. 

We’ll Be Back!

Our little sojourn to Nelson was a journey of discovery. Even when your rugby team loses, a warm welcome and comfortable surroundings are a great magnet to draw you back. Not only to hear Ray’s history lessons of a place that oozes its own personality but also to wander at leisure along Elliott Street on a sunny day. Will we return? Most definitely!  And the answer to the question…it’s a thumbs up for the B&B. 

(Disclosure: Several of the photographs used here, have been “borrowed” from the Collingwood Manor website. The rest I have taken myself.)

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