All good things must come to an end...

So, here we are, at the tail end of our holiday. I have to admit, I will be happy to be home. Three weeks away is a long time (I miss my cat).

This week has been very relaxing...not much else to do when you are sitting in the middle of a tiny coastal town and it is pouring rain. We managed to go for a drive around the Coromandel Peninsula on Friday, which was lovely but quite hairy. Some of the road edges were very steep and the roads were narrow.

But it poured rain Saturday and Sunday. We just sat around and watched Sky TV. Him walked into town twice on Sunday (which sounds okay, but when you add a hill at the end of the walk which is like Eden Hills (Shepards Hill Road) in Adelaide or Eden Street in Gladstone, and is a winding road about 400m long, you get the picture).

Anyway, Jr Her missed out on swimming Sunday but still went Saturday. Then, Monday we drove over to the town on the opposite side of the waterway, which escapes me now but I am sure I wrote about in my last blog. Tuesday was wet again, and cold. We spent the day huddled up in front of the heater watching movies all day. We did venture out to a coffee shop and to stock up on supplies. But that was all. Oh, Sunday night we ate at the local sports club, and the kids meal was bigger than the adults! Monday we ate at the hotel, and even with our discount cost a small fortune (but worth every cent).

Today, the sun is out, the sky is blue, there is a warm breeze blowing, and we have slept late, lazed around the pool, eaten fries for lunch, and now I am doing this. We will either go back to the pool so Jr Her can swim again, or take a drive down to the beach. I left Him upstairs seeing if we could coax some butter from the kitchen (we are out and it is not worth buying more). Haven't seen him yet.

We now have just tonight in this little piece of paradise, then head to Auckland tomorrow, stay overnight and catch an early plane Friday morning. We will be back home by lunch time Friday. Can't wait.

This place, you know, is rather special. Apart from being in separate chalets, it is very quiet. Even if the place is full you rarely see other people. Sometimes you see them walking the paths among the trees. Others, well, you just don't see them. When you approach the hill this place is on, you just see a hill with a few houses dotted amongst the forrest. You can't see this place at all. It is totally hidden.

Our chalet has a bedroom and bathroom for us, and Jr Her sleeps on the sofa bed in the lounge and has her own bathroom. It is fully self contained, and has a lovely big balcony outside. Televisions in each room, (flat screen of course), and all the facilities you would imagine. It has been a very pleasant experience.

But, alas, for now, it is time to sign off. My next write will be when I get time to post some photos for you.

Thank you all for your support, and for taking the time to read my little rambles. Hopefully you haven't been too bored...but really, too bad if you have! :-)

xxx