Caravan Trip and Another Birthday

 Last weekend we were getting ready to leave for a caravan rally.  Gemma decided to make life difficult for us, with all the hustle and bustle of packing the caravan going on.  "Why not give my people a hard time and hide for a while", she thought.  We were all ready to go and searched here, searched there, to no avail, then searched again.  Robin finally found her curled up and keeping low in a place I had already checked twice!  I don't know why she acts like this, after all she goes away in the caravan once a month at least so should be well used to the routine by now.  Finally she was secured in the car and we got on our way.

She can be rather naughty at times!

We were heading off to the Pohangina Domain, formerly the village school.  As we had a lunch date with my daughter, we were the first to arrive, put our van on site, and left before anyone else arrived.  The old school grounds are surrounded by lovely mature trees, and there are plenty of native birds everywhere.  And because it is a rural area, lambs were bleating, cattle were mooing, and the roosters were crowing!  The name Pohangina translates to "ulcerated night", suggesting that the valley had been a place of bloodshed between the local Rangitane people and their enemies.

It was a short 15 minute drive to The Herb Farm where we were meeting for lunch.  Nicky used to work here for several years in the laboratory, mixing up potions and creams. 

 We had a lovely lunch and then she had a couple of gifts for us.  One for Robin, for his birthday several weeks ago, and another for me.  I'm keeping mine to open on the actual day.  I had something for her too, several balls of crochet cotton which were looking for a new home at my last quilt club meeting, plus some extra  reels of thread I had.

The weather for our caravan weekend away was glorious, fine and sunny, such beautiful Spring weather.  The sunhats got their first outing of the season.  We took a trip to check out Totara Reserve, a rather nice camping spot.  Not yet open for the season, we left our cars at the locked gate and walked in.  

Enjoying the peaceful surroundings

On Sunday morning our caravan group packed up and headed away, most going home, but we were heading north, to Hamilton.  We stopped the night at Ohakune.  I know that towns in Australia are famous for the Big Pineapple or the Big Prawn, but here in New Zealand Ohakune is world famous for the Big Carrot!  Plenty of carrots are grown here, as well as potatoes and swedes.   In case you are wondering, the name Ohakune means "an opening to a new world" and refers to the descent from nearby Mount Ruapehu into the valley and swamps of the area.

The Big Carrot of Ohakune

We drove past Mt Ruapehu as we continued on our journey, it's always such a lovely sight to see.

Mt Ruapehu

The plan was to stay for two nights at Otorohanga, the name means "food for a journey".  There is a legend which tells of a Maori chief passing by, who chanted incantations that stretched out his meagre supply of food to last the full journey.  Otorohanga has a Kiwi House where visitors can go and see our elusive nocturnal national bird.  How about this colourful statue on the side of the road?

We arrived in Otorohanga

We decided to go out for a celebratory birthday dinner at the Otorohanga Club while we were here, a day early, as our next stop is in a very small settlement indeed and may not have somewhere to celebrate my birthday.  That wouldn't do at all, would it!  We both enjoyed roast pork and veggies, and bubbly for me, and a beer for him.

Our meals were delicious

After breakfast the next day (my actual birthday) I had cards and gifts to open, how exciting.  Such  a lovely time opening parcels and exclaiming over the contents.  First up was the parcel from my daughter Nicky.  She had buttonhole stitched around three new flannels (face clothes) and had included a bag of Russian Fudge.  

From my daughter Nicky

I had two exciting parcels from Sew Wot friends too.  Heather had wrapped up a pretty candle, a crochet dishcloth, a packet of pretty paper serviettes, and just look at that cute little pink pig!  

Thank you Heather

And lastly, the most lovely knitting bag from Mary.  At our last Sew Wots morning I had admired the knitting bag which Mary had made for Jude, and now she has stitched one for me as well.  This  bag is made with pussy cat fabric and the words say:

The Quilter's Cat.

Between layers of fabric stashes snuggles the Quilter's Cat

Sleeping by day, prowling by night

Shedding hair for all to wear

The Quilter and her Cat

A picture of contentment at that

Knitting bag from Mary

I had a lovely birthday with plenty of messages, and a phone call from my son.  "You are getting old, Mum", he commented.  "I'll be even older next year with my BIG birthday", I replied.  Where have all those years gone?