Round The World

Heading to town in the morning since buying presents is best under pressure. After five Newzealand closes. Thats when we went to the beach and playground in Tahunanui.

We walked from dawn to night watching the small fish, shells, seastars, crabs and the most beautiful sky. We were only there with heart and head.

They were watching every bite we took. The grilled fish was delishes.

… 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.