Yesterday we went exploring on the Banks Peninsular. We were looking for a nice secluded beach, of which there are many. They are secluded because it is almost impossible to find the way down to them.
We were using a guidebook to find a beach. It said the path to the first option (Wreck Bay) was 20m past the sign saying “Private. Dogs shot”. That sounded quite an unusual landmark, but alas we couldn’t find it. I expect the owner took it down when he found out that it was being used as a landmark. He certainly doesn’t sound like a public spirited kind of chap.
The second option was marked by a rag on a stick. We couldn’t find that either. But we did strike it lucky with the third option, Shelly Beach which was across a sheep field and down narrow, winding animal tracks.
We have been in this situation before, when there is a wonderful place to go but access just isn’t as easy to get there as it could be. In the 35 degree heat, we plodded down the paths. Some were next to almost vertical cliffs. I was struggling with a 15 kilo child strapped to my back and dragging an unwilling spaniel behind me. Jo is unstable on her feet at the best of times. We got there in the end but it was quite fraught for a while.
The beach was quite lovely. The sparkling turquoise water of Lyttleton Harbour was calm and beautiful and Lily had a great time running in and out shrieking with laughter. But then the wind started blowing. The whole thing was also slightly spoiled by the thought of having to go back again afterwards.
So we probably won’t go back there again!
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