We Are(n't) Sailing

So what could be better than a nice sea voyage for the world's worst sailor?  Yup, gale force winds.

We awoke to a freezing cold day (who said 'good,serves them right'?) and a fair old blow.  As the morning wore on it just got colder and windier.  It was only 30 miles to Wellington but we won ground more slowly than troops at the Somme.  Sometimes we peddled faster UP hill (sheltered from the wind) than down hill into the gale.

On the outskirts of Wellington we found the almost perfect shop - a bike shop and cafe combined. All they need now is to incorporate a micro brewery and it will be a thing of wonder.

Our ferry has been delayed 3.5 hours meaning we will be arriving in Picton past bedtime and we have several hours to kill in Wellington, so we have started a  crawl round the many bjke shops........though at the moment we have been lured into a brew pub.

In due course we will head back to the ferry terminal at 100mph (the wind will be behind us) and get the sick bags ready. 

The lady at the campsite has promised to leave the key under the mat!

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