Foxton Rally

With a bare three hours sleep from our late night ferry trip, it was time to get up and going.  We crept into Plimmerton NZMCA Park at the ungodly hour of 4.00am, awake at 7.00am, time for breakfast and then hook up and await our turn at the onsite dump station. Driving up the coast road we saw Kapiti Island, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my favourite island off the Kapiti Coast.

Kapiti Island

We were so pleased we had arrived back in time to attend the funeral of our friend and Caravan Club member Selwyn, and support Cath on this sad day.  The funeral was held at Our Lady of Kapiti Church and Robin received permission to park our car and caravan on the lawn in front of the adjacent school, out of the way from the car parking area.  Val gave an eulogy on behalf of HCC and our club members joined the Kapiti E Bike Club to form a Guard of Honour.

Farewell to Selwyn

After the funeral we traveled up to Foxton NZMCA Park, one day early for our caravan club rally.  This was our first time driving along the new Peka Peka to Otaki Expressway.

Early bird at the Foxton Rally

The next morning, Friday, we decided to move along to another area right down the end of the camp, which looked big enough to accommodate the club members attending.  One by one they rolled in and we had a good chat with everyone. Rally Fridays often means fish and chip for tea, and Pat drove Geoff and Robin to get take-away meals.  It was another early night for us, trying to catch up on our beauty sleep after a disrupted couple of days.

We heard race horses thundering around the track, bright and early on Saturday morning.  Morning Tea rolled around.  Club members Russell and Maureen celebrate birthdays a mere few days apart, so brought along a home made fruit cake to share with us all.  Thanks so much, it was delicious.

Happy Birthday to Russell and Maureen

The weather really didn’t know what to do, and the rain came and went during the day, not really pouring down, but enough to make it’s presence felt.  Luckily the grounds didn’t end up with puddles everywhere, the rain soaked away quite easily.  On Saturday night we were put into three teams, visited our host van, and battled with Murray’s quiz.  I always say a quiz is easy of you know the answers, and we did wonder where Murray had dredged these questions from.  Never mind, we did our best. 

Sadly, our best wasn’t good enough, as we found out the following day at morning tea when the answers were given.    The other two teams came first equal, meaning our team came last. But we all got a chocolate or two from Murray and Sue, the rally family for the weekend.

Sunday Morning Tea

After being on our South Island Odyssey for the last ten weeks or so, it was great to meet up with our caravan club buddies again.  There was plenty of catching up to do.