Beaches are great, healthy, wholesome. Of course we live right above one pretty much year round. We like them. So it's good to introduce the children to a great old family tradition when over in NZ: cold windy beaches. Besides it saves a lot of $ to get out of those huge wonderous (I suspect that's not a real word) malls we just don't have over here in Fiji, well not in the west anyway (for those of you who are about to comment what about MHCC)...
So we drove out to Aramoana which is a really cool spot just out of Dunedin, and walked around the corner to the kids' favourite spot, the giant sand dune. This dune, I kid you not, is right up there in excitement levels with the steepest street, and the chocolate factory. So you follow the horses hoof marks in the photo above, round the corner and there it is.
It didn't look that far, but I've experienced this sort of thing before. It was potentially big. Very big.
I was concerned.
But there seemed to be other adults walking up it, so egged on by the kids up I went.
It was really big... as in hamstring burningly big... the sand was really heavy like walking through ... I don't know but something that is really hard to walk through, like glue or [insert your own suitable metaphor here] ...and the other adults? They had all stopped 1/4 of the way up, they were just distant little dots back down on the beach when I looked down... But the view from the top was fantastic, the kids were proud of me being the only adult up there, and of course the trip back down was magical!
Note the picture in the second story board on the trendy artistic angle... This is merely because I am trying to catch my breath and haven't got the energy to lift the camera properly... Now that's got to be good for you!