And then we were six. Neville arrived at breakfast slightly downcast, the reason soon becoming apparent. Somehow the Drive belt on his beloved Heritage Classic had picked up a stone and broken whilst being wheeled out of overnight storage, an issue that requires a trip on a transporter and repair at a dealership. There was an up side though - we quickly realised having Mickey and his Mazda meant everyone could be mobile and Nev could circulate, riding each bike in turn. Mind you, he was the lucky one yesterday- warm and dry while the rest of us got soaked, with 7 hours of relentless rain, pretty much up until the last hour. Fortunately this final hour made up for the previous 7, the rain having stopped, the roads having dried, and the road having improved. We picked up the pace a little and enjoyed that magic mix we all look for, but we were relieved to see the “bra fence” , an indicator that the Cardrona pub is s only one more kilometre up the road. As well as the rain, we had everything tourist drivers could throw at us, from Toyota Corollas struggling along at little beyond walking pace, Europeans in camper vans in convoy (start at extremely dangerous and get progressively worse), Asians in Camper vans that add another level of leathality to the equation, another obviously foreign couple in a Commodore station wagon stopped in the middle of the road, attempting a U turn as we went passed - just a typical day in the South Island really. So, 6 sore bums, plus Nev and Mickey were pleased to check in, and to find our way back to the bar once we’d got body and soul back in shape. Chris was in his element - we now know him to be a pyromaniac of the greatest order, unrelenting in his efforts to load up the fire. Whilst a very cool night, sitting outside around the fire was very pleasant, at least until we were called into dinner, and what a dinner it was - lamb rack was the preferred choice, and rated 10/10 by most, particularly when accompanied by the Cardrona Pinot Noir (and in some quantity). A cheese board and port to finish, then back to Chesterfield sofas adjacent to the bar (and yet another open fire for Chris to tend), a spell solving the worlds problems before finally retiring, worn out, sated, and beyond ready for bed. it. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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