Today we traveled from Picton to Bulls. We shared a table on the ferry with a couple from Levin and the time passed pleasantly. The sea in the sounds was green but once in the strait the water was charcoal. Into Whanganui - a - Tara and the waters lightened again.
We had lunch in the Sunday market and went to Te Papa,just to see the Gallipoli exhibition. It is a very emotional time. There is such an absence is speech. Few adults say anything. There is mostly the voices of the soldiers telling their stories. Very little children, those too young to understand the gravity of war,and the raw emotions of adults, call to their daddies, and that actually adds to the pathos of it all.
Once I hot Ron into the correct lane I slept ad I had not slept at all well last night.
We arrived at this lovely little campground in Bulls just as the owner was about to leave to spend his new years eve elsewhere. Lucky eh.
And now,at 9 pm,it is time to prepare for bed,with the traffic roaring past regularly. I am trusting that it will stop begore long. Surely people must all have something else to do tonight than to drive by our campsite.
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