… and Playground, of course.

Tahunanui, Maori for “huge sandbank”, hits the nail on the head.

For any British person, of course not. But for us, it was. For two weeks time.What else happened in the Edwardian House at Majoribanks Street:

As we did quite an extensive amount of walking – from a child’s perspective – collecting cones on bush walks became the equivalent to collecting shells on beaches. It kept Clara busy collecting and Vincent busy chewing on them. Great companions. They as well got photographed so they could stay in their home towns.

Once again via Mt. Albert.

You shouldn’t. Those are public toilets.