Gerry in the blazing hot sun, making his way up the steep climb on private farm roads.
Amused cattle with a lovely view from their grazing spot.
Me on a downhill section with Henriette in the back.
Deon, Henriette and Gerry in front. Evidence of strong winds can be seen by die angle of the tree on the hill.
Whenever I hear the world “white cliffs”, the first thing that jumps to mind, is the brewery. And why not. The White Cliffs Brewery makes a lovely brew.
We were visiting in New Plymouth for Xmas when Henriette suggested we do the walk. It is a fairly long hike, 14km point-to-point from Pukearuhe boat ramp to Tongaporutu. So, on the morning of Boxing Day, Deon, Henriette, Gerry and I left for Tongaporutu where we would leave Deon’s car at the picnic area next to the Tongaporutu river. On the way back to the start, the four of us were contemplating whether we allowed enough time to complete the walk, having left the house quite late, but we decided to do it anyway.
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