Just home a week, and we’re off caravanning again. It’s not a bad life, is it? But before we left, Robin decided that the caravan needed a good clean. Especially the roof, it was covered in yellow pine pollen mixed in with dirt and road dust. We shifted the caravan from it’s parking area around the corner and parked overnight it in the “ever so handy” set of car parks at the side of our villa. It was then close enough to put on power, with the power cord snaking over the grass and up through our kitchen window. That allows the fridge time to get cold before we travel, and we could give the floor a good going over with the vacuum cleaner. And being parked just out the door makes it so much easier to pack up for a trip away.
Several of the village oldies stopped to chat with Robin while he was up on the ladder. “Why don’t you climb up on the roof?”, one of them wanted to know. That wouldn’t be advisable, these vans are not built to have people walking over the roof.
A man’s work is never done
Getting rid of that pollen off the caravan didn’t last long at all. We travelled north today, and up and over the Pahiatua Track, which was covered in pine trees. We could see clouds of pollen in the air as we drove along, and the road seemed to have splodges of yellow paint all over it where the pollen had fallen. Many people suffer from hay fever at this time of year, but luckily it does not seem to affect us.
We arrived at Eketahuna Camping Ground to find it devoid of campers, except for the two long timers who are parked down under the trees. They tend to keep to themselves and are unofficial watch dogs at the camp, letting the off site managers know when travellers arrive. “Grass very wet, please keep off the grass”, the sign warned us. So we parked on the hard, all on our lonesome.
All alone at Ekatahuna
We’re off to discover the delights of Eketahuna today – there is sure to be a few things of interest in this tiny place. Then it’s back on the road and down to Featherston tomorrow.
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