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Sunday 24 February 2019

Weekend at Sanson

Sanson is not a place which originally springs to mind for a caravan weekend away.  But camp there we did, at the Sanson School over the weekend, a total of 9 vans joining in with members of Wellington Caravan club for  a combined rally.  Sanson (originally known as Sandon), is located on the junction of State Highways 1 and 3, and was named after Henry Sanson, the secretary of the Hutt Small Farm Association.

At Sanson School

The school backed on to farmland, and we kept an eye on the livestock over the fence.


And just a little further away we could watch the colourful Blokarts from the Manawatu Blokart Club  as they were put through their paces.  Some of our group walked over to have a much closer look and came back declaring they would love to have a go at this sport sometime.

Blokarts zipping along in the breeze

Being so close to Viv’s Kitchen, “world famous in Sanson” a group of us pooled cars and drove there for afternoon tea.  Most chose a very large cream horn, and for a change, I tried a (new to me) Matchbox pastry, which took rather a lot of eating, I can tell you!

My Matchbox and Robin’s slightly demolished Cream Horn

We had use of the school hall, which was very handy to gather in.  The Wellington Club had organized quizzes and  games to keep our brains active,  and we all  brought along a dish for the Pot Luck Shared Dessert on Saturday evening.  The expected rain arrived just in time for packing up on Sunday morning.  Luckily the gale force winds which had been promised never arrived, so we really got off lightly.  There is nothing worse than towing in heavy wind, is there?

What’s he doing out there?

The rain had eased to a drizzle when we arrived home and unpacked the van, so that wasn’t so bad.  Next rally – three weeks away and we will do it all again.   

1 comment:

Janice said...

Another fun weekend. Those blokarts do look like fun. I've never heard of them before. There used to be matchsticks in our high school canteen in the late 1970s. They were quite a rare treat for me. I don't think I've seen them since.