We awaken to magpies doing there throaty calls this morning. A heavy dew dampens everything.
It’s about starting slowly. Getting the feet to start the day takes time. Tender ankles. Raw toes. Tight calf muscles. The days start is slow.
A surprising find beneath the tent this morning is the shell of what looks like a chestnut. Let’s hope there are no holes in the floor of the tent! Autumn is certainly showing itself in the changing leaves.
We arrive in Geraldine just after midday. The ‘welcome to’ signs seem to be a whole lot earlier than the actual built up area. We found a solid feed of a wagon wheel bun at Fresh Choice.
The food needed digesting, and with it came a chill time for a couple of hours at a small picnic reserve in Geraldine.
The pace of life here seems more relaxed. I noticed locals stopping and talking, really talking, no rush needed. Nice. I got talking with a local for a good half hour.
We departed Geraldine mid-afternoon. Since Karl found a four leafed clover roadside north of Turangi I had been on the lookout for my own. I would have scanned hundreds if not thousands of clover but not four leafed ones - until today! Just as I thought I was running out of time to find one, there one was!!
Our camp spot was behind a run down hall 11k out of Geraldine towards Fairlie. It had a water tank with a tap. Unfortunately, the nights feed of pasta took a tumble and only a quarter survived . Oops!
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