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Sunday, October 4, 2015

Marvellous Marton

The NZCA Park at Marton is a great little place to stay, and we have been there many times.  Not too far to go for a quiet weekend away, and it is on the way to the Capital for those travelling south who want to cross over on the Cook Strait Ferry.  

PA020086 Marton NZCA Park

At just a short 75km trip, we arrived just in time for lunch on Friday.  The sun was shining, the birds were singing in the surrounding trees, and there were several neighbours close by in the front of the camp as we manoeuvred into our site.  More rigs rolled in all afternoon, finding spaces down the other end of the camp, and by early evening the place was quite full.  Several caravans arrived, including another Leisureline or two, and quite an assortment of motor-homes.  Some little, some big, some with bikes on the back, and a couple of 5th Wheelers too.  The sunshine didn’t last, and by night time the heavy rain came down, making the already soggy lawns even wetter.

PA020085 Getting cloudy as the afternoon wore on

The sunshine came out again on Saturday morning, and while I attended the local Quilt Show, Robin stayed back in camp and chatted to the other campers – something he is very good at!  All this chatting paid off, as our neighbour Lou, proud owner of a new Southern Star, invited a couple of the neighbours in to watch the All Blacks game with him on TV.  Robin was in his element – he often laments on my non interest in sport.  I left them to it, and popped out to see a friend.

PA030152-001 Watching the All Blacks play Georgia

PA030153 Of course our team won!

We woke on Sunday morning to high wind warnings coming later in the day so were keen to get on our way home bright and early.  But not before we noticed Lou doing his washing in his dinky little twin tub washing machine, which works off his battery.  A bloke who does the washing, that’s handy!

PA040154 Our weekend neighbour Lou attending to his laundry

Heading off home via the dump station, we were buffeted by winds travelling down the Foxton Straights, but nowhere as bad as it was reported it could be by the end of the day.  Safely back home, we quickly unpacked, did a quick bit of cleaning, and parked the caravan away- until our next trip away.

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