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Monday, January 16, 2017

Music Festival – Part 2, Topp Twins

Consuming “fast food is always a treat at these sort of events, and we joined the crowds for our lunch of choice.  It was a hot dog for him and a curly potatoe for her – very tasty.

Lunch time take-aways

There were caravans and campers as far as the eye could see, about 400 we were told.  All here to enjoy a weekend of country music.

Parked in a large paddock in Tuaherenikau

The Saturday evening programme featured artists we had seen the previously night, such as the very talented Glen Moffatt.  Now based in Australia, Glen was born and bred in the Hawkes Bay.  We particularly enjoyed his original song about memories growing up, going to school in shorts, dirty knees, sporting a crew cut, and carrying his Superman lunch box – and he had just learnt to tie his shoes, he was cooler than Fonzy!

Glen Moffat performing on stage

The stars of the evening were the Topp Twins and they got a rapturous welcome from the crowd.  A pair of New Zealand icons, these two have been performing since the late 70s.  They trotted out all the characters they had made famous, first appearing on stage in those ghastly gingham gathered skirts with the stretchy elastic waistband.

The Topp Twins looking rather angelic

Linda always picks an unsuspecting member of the public to help her up and down from the stage.  We had seen this prank done before at shows, but Ethan was the victim on Saturday night, and didn’t know what he was letting him self in for.  “Back up to the stage”, he was instructed, “and be careful where you put those hands”.

Careful, Ethan

Linda playing the spoons, and Jools on the guitar

Then we had the skit with Linda twirling the pois.  Ooops – she forgot to pack them.  No problem, she did it with pretend ones.  Ethan was called into service again to help Linda off the stage, and we all hoped that her sparkly pink top stayed in place when he manhandled her off the stage.  Talk about laugh – these girls are hilarious!

Linda with the invisible pois, and once again on Ethan’s back

Helpful Ethan was called up on stage and helped lead the “audience participation” part of the show.  Everyone stood up and joined in the fun, the campers on the grass in front of the stage, and people like us in the grand stand, as we sang along and did all the hand actions.  It was good to look down over the crowd and see everyone join in.  What a great night it was – everyone had a ball.

Everyone joining in and having fun

Looking quite different with another costume change and a few more songs

Sunday was much more relaxed, with quite a few vans heading off on their travels.  We sat in the grand stand and watched the line dancers for a while, and then some more “walk up” singers took the stage.  After our evening meal everyone was invited to the pavilion for an impromptu sing-along.  One of the stars of the evening was this young man who sang with real passion.

Sunday evening sing-along in the pavilion

The evening ended with another glorious sunset – this pic taken by Robin

Our three vans moved on after morning tea on Monday – where has everyone disappeared to?

Practically alone on Monday morning

Where to next?  We are not ready to go home just yet so we are heading to Masterton.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Wairarapa Country Music Festival

A severe wind warning on the Rimutaka Hill Road dissuaded us of taking that route on Thursday.  Instead we took the longer trip north over the Pahiatua Track.  Although still very blustery with gusts which rocked the car and caravan as we drove along.

Up and over the Pahiatua Track

We always like driving over the iconic concrete bridge with it’s half circle sides as we approach Pahiatua.  Constructed between 1931 and 1932, the Pahiatua Town Bridge is a striking bowstring arch bridge, built for the Pahiatua County Council in the midst of the Great Depression by Fletcher Construction.  This reinforced concrete bridge was the first in a series of similar structures from the period, marking a key developmental point in the building of this visually appealing bridge type.

Pahiatua Town Bridge

We were pleased to pass safely over Mt Bruce as just a day or two earlier a car and caravan had flipped over on this stretch of the road.  A couple from Napier lost control of a caravan they were towing, and the car and caravan tumbled down a bank, with the caravan landing on top of the car.  Scary stuff indeed.

The wind continued to buffet the car and caravan as we carefully drove down the length of the Wairarapa to meet up with friends Bill and Val before heading to the Tauherenkau Race Course for a weekend of country music.  We secured sites together leaving a space for Lorraine who arrived in her camper a little later.  Goodness knows how many vans were on site, but as the hours wore on we were completely surrounded.

Ready for a weekend of country music

There was plenty of catching up to do and in the evening the wind dies down and we looked out at the most beautiful orange sunset.


The music festival started on Friday afternoon and we found our allocated seating in the grand stand – well worth the extra dollars paid when booking to ensure we got a good seat.  It was a bit like meeting someone at the airport who has your name on a board!  With the addition of a couple of cushions for a bit of comfort, we were all set to go.


We were very impressed with two young girls just starting their singing careers, Mollie aged 14 and Jennie aged 16 respectively, as they belted out their songs in a very professional manner.  They will both go far, we are sure.

Jennie Smith, from Waiuku, aged 16

The star of the evening was blind singer Eddie Low, who was discovered in the 1970s by music impresario Joe Brown.  (Kiwis will remember Joe Brown for his many entertainment ventures such as running the Dunedin Town Hall dances – and I can proudly say I attended one in the early 1960s when I visited that fair city.  Joe Brown went on to produce the annual Miss New Zealand Show and discovered and promoted many other NZ singers).  Eddie Low sang quite a variety of songs, his rich voice washing over us all as our feet tapped along to the music.  I particularly loved his segment originally sung by my hero, Elvis.  Eddie Low has recorded 23 albums, won numerous awards and has sung at the Grand Ole Opry.

Eddie Low on stage

We were glad that we had thought to pack torches to light our way back to the caravans at the end of the show. It had been a lovely evening, full of toe tapping music, with much more to follow over the next couple of days.  The full moon was rising adding a ghostly glow to the evening – such a lovely sight. 

Full moon rising

Monday, January 9, 2017

Caravan Housework

Not only has the interior of the caravan had a tidy up, floors, bathroom, fridge etc, but the outside too.  Robin climbed up the ladder with a hose and brush in hand to clean the walls and roof of the van.



Then he asked for help – would I hold the ladder steady as he climbed up even higher?  Of course I would, valiantly holding on to the ladder for grim death as the hose dripped all over me.  That must be the ultimate in wifely devotion, surely?

After lunch he took a trip to the local caravan sales yard to buy a necessity, a second toilet cassette.  And to make sure he came home with the correct sort, he took the little booklet which came with the original.  It would be no good making a purchase like that to find it didn’t fit now, would it?

What every caravan needs, a 2nd toilet cassette, just in case

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Mt Lees Reserve

Mt Lees Reserve is a beautiful peaceful block of land, planted with a variety of native trees and many exotic trees and shrubs.   Ormond Wilson gifted the 30 hectare  block and his homestead for all to enjoy.  The reserve is home to many native birds, kereru (wood pigeon), morepork. grey warblers, fantails, tuis, bellbirds, wax eyes and kingfisher.  We spent the last night of our Christmas holiday at this lovely place.


Three of us parked up by the tall shelter belt, which kept some of the wind away, and enjoyed 4zees out in the sunshine together.  The camping area filled up with several vans, cars, back packers and a tent later in the afternoon.

Camping at Mt Lees Reserve

The local duck population were obviously used to numerous hand outs from the campers and were a real pest as they gathered around, noisily quacking and doing their business everywhere.  Despite many attempts to chase them away, they decided that they weren’t going anywhere.  Until Dot and Derek’s young Birman Honey tried her hand (or should that be paw) at duck stalking.  That got them moving.

Chase that duck away, Honey!

One of the young campers had done some laundry and we watched as he went looking for a couple of suitable trees to hang his clothes line from.  Looks like he only washed his socks this time!

A camper’s clothes line

The area where we usually camp was much too soft and boggy – filled with ruts as cars and campers got bogged down recently.  I walked through to see the state of the grounds, watching out where I stepped amongst all the dips and hollows.  Oh look – that’s our van through the trees.  With a few ducks bedded down close by in case we decide to feed them – so they hope.

Romany Rambler at Mt Lees Reserve

The following morning we had a leisurely breakfast, and all gathered for our last morning tea in the sunshine.  Then we said our goodbyes and went on our way home – it’s been a great 10 day trip, not travelling a great distance from home this time, but still very enjoyable. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

Friendly Feilding

Feilding is a lovely little town, and embraces it’s farming heritage.  The Feilding Saleyards have been going since 1880, and 100 head of cattle were the sold at the first sale    The huge sale yards cover  3.7 hectares and has 350 sheep pens, 140 cattle pens and (latterly) 45 pens for deer.  The Saleyards Tour has been on our list of things to do for sometime – it is very popular with tourists and it is a matter of remembering to book a ticket in advance so we can attend.  

Feilding Salesyards

The Salesyard Silhouette was erected in memory of shepherds and drovers, together with their horses and dogs who mustered and drove the sheep and cattle  to both the yards and railway.  They made a huge contribution to Feilding becoming a premier stock sale centre.

Silhouette outside the Salesyard

The imposing clock tower in the square is another Feilding icon.

On Thursday morning a whole posse of cars, a beautifully restored Mercedes and a rather grunty looking BMW bike pulled up down our end of the car park.  The Coach House Museum volunteers were having their weekly meeting and the campers were cordially invited to join them for “smoko”.  What a great morning it was.  After everyone had enjoyed a cuppa and biscuit, we were asked to introduce ourselves, and relate our travel plans.  Then the reminiscing started – tales of things which went wrong during the volunteers working lives.  Tractors catching fire, paint booths filled with smoke, machines arcing and sparking – each volunteer was trying to outdo the others with their disaster stories.

This old beauty was rolled out of the museum for an hour or two in the sunshine – a wonderful Ford Model T.

Model T

4eez rolled around and there was a mild moment of panic – where were our folding chairs?  Because of the wet weather we hadn’t used them for several days.  Then we remembered, we had taken them over to the hall at Marton NZMCA camp but had used the plastic chairs instead, and left them there.  There was nothing for it, Robin had to drive back to Marton to collect our chairs, which luckily were right we we had left them.  Terry from the Mobile Kiwi Crib joined us for 4zees in the sunshine and told us he had been on the road for many years, doing jobs all around the country.  “Life’s a working holiday”, he told us.

Terry’s rig parked up at the museum

After three days here it is time to move on.  Next stop, Lees Reserve.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Coach House Museum, Feilding

Waiting for the rain to ease before hooking up the caravan to move on doesn’t always work, as we found out yesterday. Rain or not, it was time to go outside and do those chores.  Clad in a bright yellow rain jacket Robin sloshed around in the puddles with the rain falling steadily as he filled the fresh water tank, hooked up the caravan and then we were on our way.

And the rain kept falling

After a stop off at the dump station we took the country route through Halcombe to  Friendly Feilding as the welcome sign declares.  Making our way to the Coach House Museum, our stop for the next couple of nights,  we found Dot and Derek already in residence – just waiting for Geoff and Eileen to arrive from their trip down from Taupo now.  The rain kept falling for hours, and we kept a wary eye on the raging stream behind our vans.  Luckily it didn’t overflow, and by morning the rain was replaced by gusty winds.

On site at the Coach House Museum


The exhibition of “Metal Toys of Yesterday” appealed so we went to check it out.  The toys had been loaned by groups, such as the Manawatu Meccano Club, and the Manawatu Scale Model Club.’'  There was certainly plenty to pique our interest, toys of all kinds, and plenty which were very familiar indeed. As any follower of TV’s Antique Road Show knows, toys in their original box are worth so much more.



There were exclamations of “I used to have one of those” from Robin and Geoff as they checked out all the toys.


When does a man become a boy?  When the metal toys become metal models.

While the boys were drooling over their “boys toys” I climbed aboard a gig and went for a virtual ride around Feilding.  As I held onto the reins and pushed the big green button, the ride started.  The gig gently bounced around as the horse travelled along the streets around town, finally returning to the Coach House.  Such fun!

My virtual horse and gig ride.
The Coach House Museum is well worth a visit if you are in the area, and is a POP for NZMCA members.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017


Leaving Foxton behind us we travelled up to the NZMCA site at Marton.  This is always a popular destination and by evening is generally full to bursting.  We didn’t arrive till quite late, as we had attended a family luncheon and didn’t get away till much later than planned.  You know how it is, the food and company are great, the conversation keeps flowing, and the time keeps ticking by.  We parked next to a rather different looking caravan, and wondered about the story behind it.


The next morning we met the owner, Sonny.  This Chinese engineer had built his van himself over the last twelve months, he proudly told us, on a chassis made to his specifications.  This was the inaugural trip to see how it went on the road.  Sonny pointed out the various features, and we peeped inside the door.  He had built a clever feature in the ceiling, using pulleys which allowed sections of the roof to be pulled back to let extra light in through the clear plastic skylights.  His van has everything necessary, and has been certified self contained.  Everyone in camp came to wave him off as he travelled on to Wanganui.


Sonny towing his interesting van

The camp emptied out during the day and we ended up on our lonesome down the back of the camp.  We weren’t alone for long though, more rigs pulled in during the late afternoon and the camp soon filled up again.

All alone for a wee while

We went to 4zees in the club room – well stocked with “swap a books” for those who like to read.  NZMCA Board Member Peter Willcox, in charge of property was at our table and spoke about the various NZMCA properties scattered around the country.  These are such a boon to members as they travel around our glorious country.

Today we are moving on to Feilding, and the rain is falling steadily.  We can be thankful that there is no wind blowing, at present.  Rain we can cope with, it’s that awful gusty wind which can be a problem.