A short and sweet entry today.
We took the car to Makara Beach, out to the West of Wellington. Driving through gorgeous country, on ribbons of twisting skinny roads, darting in and out of the shadows cast by the gorse covered hills.
Makara beach is the epitome of the small beach...... Hmmm, I want to say town, but that's way to big a word for Makara, maybe hamlet? Yes, perfect.
Makara beach is the epitome of the small beach hamlet, it has a beachside cafe, a few homes, and... well, that's about it. Apart from a parking area, and a quiet tranquil bay.
I think that rock was trying to tell me something......
After crunching up the stoney beach, we recharged on coffee and carrot cake in the cafe, then spent an action packet afternoon, wandering up the beach again, talking nonsense, and some sense, and chilling out on the driftwood watching the sea.
And that's it. An excellently chilled slow day.
Which I intend to continue vegged on the sofa, with a Tui (beer) at my side, and 'The Almighty Johnsons' on the box.
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