Perhaps it’s the lack of access to the sea that deters me.
For whatever reason, I don’t visit the upper valley very often. Yesterday was a lovely still sunny day, even as people in the North of the country were preparing for storms and heavy rain. I took the Akatarawa road and paused for a while at the little park where the Akatarawa River and the West Akatarawa River come together. At least while the river levels are low, it’s a quiet confluence. Tea-brown water is clear enough that the stony bottom is easily visible, and the areas of white water are pretty rather than spectacular.
I walked a little way up the main Akatarawa river and shot back towards the junction, enjoying the lovely native bush on the steep hills behind.
From there, I carried on up the Akatarawa road towards Staglands, a local wildlife farm park. I had forgotten that yesterday was day one of the school holidays, so I chose not to go into the park. I did pause for lunch in their cafe, and felt my blood pressure rising as children chased and teased the peacocks and other birds, under the foolishly indulgent gaze of their parents. I shall return on the next fine day after the school holidays. This splendidly coloured peacock came close in the hop of being invited to share my lunch.
That’s all for today.