In Plimmerton, In Plimmerton

In Plimmerton, in Plimmerton,

the little penguins play,

And I have seen an albatross

at Karehana Bay. 

NZ poet Denis Glover

Departure day breakfast

 

Keeping it brief because we have some hinky wi-fi here in this tiny bach (pronounced "batch" and short for bachelor pad, but describing any small getaway place) in Plimmerton, just a stone's throw from Wellington, where we'll board the ferry Thursday for the South Island. In conversation earlier with the Irish owner of the bach he told me it was cloudy and rainy in Wellington today, a common occurrence due to the mountains, which he described as "very high for a tiny land."

(trouble viewing map? click here)

A beautiful day for the drive.

Here's the view toward the water. This is a sweet little airbnb place with everything we need.

I parked myself right here for a little reading.

Steps to the beach.

After the drive, a flat white to revive

Friendlier than he looks, this delightful deli owner discovered we were from the US and told us his daughter had gone to California on a tennis scholarship when she was 17 and was still there. The softball question: how old is she? 41!, said he, laughing uproariously.

Good day to you.