On hearing the ding, ding of the bell, we looked around to see what it was. It was the Strawberry Man in his little red car, driving slowly around the camp. We remembered him calling into the camp last year, so grabbed some cash and went out to meet him.
The Strawberry Man
These delicious local berries are freshly picked and packed, and we could choose from strawberries and blueberries. Why bother choosing? We’ll have one of each thanks, I told him. Now we have all these lovely fresh berries for dessert, we will need to buy some ice-cream, Robin decided.
Blueberries and strawberries on sale
Peter and Elaine are camping beside us, and the four of us had made good use of our sun shade to escape from the hot summer sun. It looks a bit like “Leisureline Lane” here, for as well as our two vans, there is another Leisureline parked on our other side.
Leisurelines in a row
The manager/grounds man Neill is a bit of a “good keen Kiwi man” who enjoys hunting, fishing and golf. He was wearing his new fishing tee-shirt, bought for him by his long suffering wife. Neill usually rides around the camp on his bike as he goes about his duties, calling out greetings as he goes. He is full of cheeky banter, and the older ladies in camp all love to mother him.
Neill is a keen fisherman
Robin has been on barbecue cooking duties the last couple of nights. On the menu tonight was “Surf and Turf”, peppered steak and garlic prawns served with freshly cooked vegetables. Then for dessert we had strawberries, pavlova and whipped cream, plus that New Zealand favourite, hokey-pokey ice-cream. Sometimes it’s tough being on holiday!
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