Currently Browsing: January 2018


Down the East Coast to Kaikoura

Once again, reluctant to leave our lovely Blenheim, it was time to head south. The road led to Kaikoura, home of crayfish, wales, dolphins and seals and turquoise sea. Also the site of a tremendous earthquake just a year ago, the road was only just opened after 12 months of hugely complicated repairs. You can […]



Friends! There is something truly remarkable about New Zealanders. They are the friendliest, most positive and welcoming people we have EVER met. Ever. This goes for the road worker, the petrol pump attendant, waiter or elegant gentleman in the city. Without exception, we are welcomed, chatted to, helped, smiled at, waved at, wherever we go. […]

Road schooling #2

The reality of home schooling on the road. As we are only away for three months, and the girls have time to catch up when home, I’m frankly not overly concerned about what they are missing (school teachers please pretend you never read that :)) because it goes without saying that all these incredible experiences, […]


Abel Tasman

Morning came and bad news: last night’s storm meant we weren’t able to go on our wonderful eco-boat tour in the famed Abel Tasman park. This was going be one of our mega highlights so it was such a disappointment…. nevertheless, we drove up to Marahau to the entrance to the Park and decided to […]

Motueka and the birds


Reluctantly dragging ourselves from the Sounds we made our way to Nelson in search of a seafood lunch before arriving to Motueka and the Abel Tasman park. Totally unexpectedly, as we tend to forget to read the guide beforehand, we stopped on instinct at an extraordinary spot, the Pelorus Bridge. A pocket of deep green […]


The power of recording memory

I try to get around to the darn blog, while Alberto and the girls make things of great beauty, with watercolours, maps, scraps, treasured memories… Map making and diary writing – the power of recording memories in whichever way resonates with each and every one of us.  Understanding that a certain amount of discipline is […]


The spectacle of the Marlborough Sounds


Southward bound to Wellington

A six am awakening to major swell for Alberto: a fine attempt was made with his new (muscled, gigantic, natural surfer type) Kiwi friends to show off the surfing skills, albeit somewhat short lived, to avoid drowning and general disaster. To give him his due, this was not altogether unexpected: the swell was such that they […]

Gisborne: the Pacific Coast