As forecast it rained in Blenheim over night, sometimes bucketing down, sometimes just a deluge, so safe to say, the drought that has plagued Marlborough for many months has broken in the most spectacular way.
We had dinner at the Speights Ale House strategically located 100m from our motel, with those who ordered Fish & Chips ruling their choice (and continued to pay a price into the next day) although those who chose more wisely being very happy, washed down with a couple of beers and several bottles of nice Pinot. It had been quite a long day so an early night was on the cards. We'd decided on a bit of a sleep in, and wandered across to a cafe for breakfast before preparing for rain, wet weather gear (dried over night) again pressed into action. Jeff now knows that putting stuff into a hot clothes drier transforms a Large cotton hoody into a Small Men's. Rookie mistake. So, whilst we were prepared for anything, and the forecast was for more rain, we luck d in and hardly saw a drop, enjoying a quick trip from Blenheim to Nelson, having been warned to eschew the more direct route due to congestion, roadworks and camper vans... Craig's Indian has caused a few issues running out of power from time to time, so he may be looking for mechanical assistance in Christchurch tomorrow. Having said that, he and I were only just spared a conversation with a policeman by a belated warning from my radar detector. 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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