Tha bach (cottage, crib) has no electricity or cell signal and no road access. So you either go by boat or walk in at low tide.
The view from my tent #camping
We traveled our usual migration this year, up the East Coast then on to Northland. Love it. Some images from Tuparoa.
Old St Mary’s church, and although my grandmother is buried here I have actualy never been inside. Nor had my father who was born and bred here. I guess an interesting fact is all religions (except Anglican) were banned here on the Coast. So I’m proud to say that we weren’t….
About 70 of us traveled to Tuparoa, the most I can remember at one time. It was amazing, especially for the moko and great grandchildren who have never been there.
The kāuta was too small to feed us all so we went in to the wharenui. Some would freak out about that. Yeah, nah.
A Sperm whale washed up on the beach over night. Pretty sad but even to my untrained eye I could tell it was an old whale and probably didn’t get stranded. It died then washed ashore. So not as distressing as the last time when 3 Sperm whales stranded and died over the following few days. That was traumatic.
The kids were more brave than their parents.
Hammock under the Pohutukawa tree