Our three week holiday ended with us attending a weekend rally at Masterton. This was the first caravan club rally since the months of Lockdown, and it was great to meet up with everyone again. The rain continued most of the weekend, making things rather wet underfoot, but didn’t really dampen our spirits at all.
Mawley Park Motor Camp, Masterton
The days were fairly free, and several took the opportunity to have a nice lunch out downtown, while others did a grocery shop, all helping out the local economy. The usual club Morning Teas and 4zees took place, and in the evenings Dave had organised a few quizzes for us, to see how our brains survived lockdown. Robin and I did quite well in the general knowledge quiz, coming first equal with another couple!
There was a special occasion on Saturday morning when we had a Flag Breaking Ceremony, for our new club flag. This had been ordered months ago, but going into lockdown slowed things down and the order was put on hold. As our longest serving members, Eileen and Geoff were given the honour and asked to pull on the cord to unfurl the flag.
Geoff, Eileen, and Selwyn with the new club flag
After rain showers on Sunday morning, the skies cleared and the sun came out, isn’t that usually the way when it is time to go home? Then it was time to pack up and head for home, and I made sure I had some knitting ready to do on our journey home. That’s if Gemma is snoozing on the back seat, it certainly doesn't work if she wants to climb on my lap.
Maybe I’ll get a bit of knitting done
Now we are safely home, after traveling about 1800km during our time away, I can get back into my sewing again. You may remember that I dropped my sewing machine off to Barry for a service when we started our trip. As we didn’t come home via his town he is quite happy to drop it around to our home on Friday, when he is down this way. How’s that for service! I’m sure I've got things to potter around with and keep me busy till then.
While we were away, I replaced my camera, and luckily got it on sale, so that was good. The poor thing had a hard life, got dropped several times and one of the dials came off, making life very difficult when I wanted to change the settings. My camera is in constant use, although my grand-daughters thinks it is terribly old fashioned. “No one uses a camera these days, Nana”, they tell me, as they do clever things with their phones. Well, I do, I tell them, I’m not much of a cell phone user.
My new camera