Fothers

Which is an ARC park south of Omaha.  It’s a marine reserve and it’s tops.  A whole day out, breakfast at Sam’s cafe (Quince) in Warkworth and a $4 bottle of Reisling with lunch meant it was all just superb.  Kim didn’t even spend a cent at Morris & James on the way home.  I even strutted my stuff on the beach sans shirt.  Can’t remember the last time that happened, although Kim estimates it was about 1991 at Pauanui when I went swimming in my boxer shorts and Gab got to see the effects of cold water on a man’s appendage.

So, got to play with the new camera, and found the world’s most curiously named vineyard.  I wonder what they say when they answer the phone.  Bugger it, I’m going to ring up and find out (see the first photo).