Early morning to Wellington train station via bus, with all the commuters staring at us, and us staring back thinking ‘shit, that will be me in 3 weeks time!’.
Anyway, our ferry crossing was flat and calm, a relief after the last couple of cyclones passing through Oz and NZ, especially as I was feeling a little jaded (alright, hungover) from the night before. Mince and cheese pie was eaten, tea drank and cheese scone munched (without the cream offered by the kiwi attendant??!!)
Onto our Intercity bus which was waiting for us at the ferry port. This travelling lark is so easy here.
30 mins later and we are in Blenheim. Easy, although our Air BnB place was the other end of town, so a 1km walk was required, hardly difficult though.
Our new home is fabulous, seriously fabulous. No one is home so we let ourselves in and out, dropping stuff in our room. The decor is stunning, the cookbooks are Ottolenghi, the bed room is spacious and so comfy. I do not want to leave, especially when we find out they have chickens and a veg patch. All this in the middle of a wine region……..
We explore town.
It is walkable and has plenty to keep you here a few days. Guy buys some socks.
We have a comfort dinner of fish and chips and pint.
We go home, watch tat TV and I am asleep by 8.30. 😴😴😴
