Our trip to Hamilton was to get some repairs done on our caravan. We stopped at Jukebox Diner for lunch, always a favourite place for a casual meal. We both enjoyed a Coco Cola “Spider” with our lunch. As I told Robin, he is not the first fellow to tempt me with this beverage. Many years ago, in my Youth Club days, my boyfriend Barton (later my first husband) and I used to enjoy a Spider after we had been rock’n’rolling the afternoon away, that’s going back quite a few years! And I just had to stop and say hello to Elvis!
Jukebox Diner in Hamilton
The next day we had to be up bright and early for the workmen to take our caravan into the factory for repairs at the extra early time of 6.30am! With a spare day to fill in, first port of call was to find a café in the city which was open for breakfast. We ordered bacon and eggs for him, and scrambled eggs for her, followed by coffee, and spent a leisurely time eating our breakfasts and reading the papers. With a day to fill in waiting for the repairs to be completed we took a trip out to Raglan on the coast. A visit to the local museum was very interesting and exceptional value at just $2 each. I’m always interested in the beautifully stitched clothing from the early colonial days, and spotted some vintage sewing machines as well.
Seen at the Raglan Museum
On the way back to Hamilton we made a short diversion to see the Bridal Veil Falls – we had last been to see them way back in the mists of time, so long ago that we had almost forgotten. I bravely walked down hundreds of steps along the track, and then all the way back to the top again – well it certainly felt like that many. The Bridal Veil Falls drop 55m into a 5m deep pool at the bottom. It’s certainly not the biggest waterfall we have seen, but so pretty in the bush setting, and we were joined by a steady stream of tourists along the track.
Bridal Veil Falls
After the caravan repairs were completed we hooked up again and spent the night out in the country at Putaruru. We awoke to the most glorious sun rise, blazing with beautiful morning hues. So out I padded into the fresh morning air, camera in hand, to capture this sight before the colours faded away. I’m not sure which photo I like best, (probably the second one with the softer tones) which do you prefer?
Sun rise at Putaruru
With all this travelling going on, I’ve only had time for a little stitching. But it all helps, doesn’t it.