Our relaxed two night stay at Featherston had come to an end. The caravan was tucked neatly beside the fence at Les and Anne's home, and we had power available. Just as well, as the nights can get quite chilly in Featherston, and I needed to turn my electric blanket on both nights to warm my side of the bed. Robin is made of much sterner stuff and doesn’t usually bother with an electric blanket.
After our respective leisurely breakfasts, we spotted Les reading the local paper sitting on his church pew on the front veranda. The pew was picked up from an old church a while ago, and fits in the space very well. The four of us had no trouble all fitting on the pew having morning tea together in the sunshine, before we hooked up and went on our way back over the Rimutaka Hill.
Poor old Muffy isn’t too keen on the drive over the hill with all the twists and turns. She likes to sit on my lap and just wait for it all to be over. Her light lead is clipped onto her dainty pink harness, and the handle is held secure through the rear seat belt. This makes sure that if we stop in a hurry she will not be flung through the front wind screen.
There was a diversion in place as we drove down the hill after travelling around the Pauatahanui Inlet. A different road meant different view before we rejoined SH1 at Plimmerton.
Up the coast we drove arriving home in time for a late lunch. The caravan was unpacked and quickly cleaned, then parked up in the allocated space all ready for our next trip away in a couple of weeks – our caravan club Christmas rally.