Find an adventure that is short, simple, local, cheap – yet still fun, exciting, challenging, refreshing and rewarding.
When you creep over the brow of the Hill Top from Little River to a view of Akaroa Harbour, you see a jutty out bit of land kind of centre of the head of the harbour.
Kinda looks like that dangly thing at the back of your throat if you open up the gob when staring at a mirror.
Well, from the third-bedroom in Duvauchelle, it looked short, simple, certainly local even if across the water and cheap considering we were going to head there on foot to explore.
The landscape forefront is the jutty dangly bit.
Historical significance to our people – both Māori and non-Māori.
Washed up from the deep – it was paper, scissors, rock as to who captured the pic, on zoom!
We were absolutely encouraged with the view from it’s highest point with surround panoramic beauty.
And the historical significance with it being an old site of a former Māori pā (Māori village) Ōnawe.
And furthermore, the fact that it is only accessible at low tide.
Certainly put this on your visit list to explore.
Take the time to sit and absorb what the jutty dangly slice of Peninsula has to offer.
Then, when you creep over the brow each and every time you crest the Hill Top and see it, we are confident a grin will smirk across your face as you reminisce.
Miss the tide, and it’ll be a grimace.
From the jutty dangly slice of paradise, Duvauchelle to the middle right along the coastline.
Low tide micro-adventure a must.
Looking across the bay from Duvauchelle’s Holiday Park, on sunrise.
Our third-bedroom down there … from us up here!
Duvauchelle, situated at the head of Akaroa Harbour on the Banks Peninsula … and another third-bedroom micro-adventure.
Commit to weave adventure into your everyday life.
Not too sure if it was standing on the shore line to view a glassy harbour sea view as the sun rose from behind; or the lumpy undulation ridden on the mountain bikes from Duvauchelle to Akaroa; or thinking a lamb pie from the Butchers Shop on the hour of 10am to satisfy the gut grumbles; or the lumpy ride back from Akaroa to Duvauchelle; or the meander around to the local pub for a pint and king prawn arvo tea; or the custard squally drizzle conditions getting damp walking back.
Or all of the above equates to weaving adventure into this day’s life.
Yep, it absolutely does.
And, just to give you the heads up, there ain’t much side road between the white line and grass verge on the up hill part of the Takamatua stretch of road, when sharing it with other road users, just saying.
Coming down it neither!
The Takamatua stretch of road heading towards Akaroa, on the incline.
10 am pie belly.
What lies behind the yellow door?
There is still beauty when the rain falls.
You often see more from a bike seat versus a car.
BClaire and Julian treading Happy Valley Road, Motunau.
You could have wondered if you were riding some out back place in Auzzie.
Made time to get bum on bike seat and meander off for an out and back blat with Julian Doesburg.
There is always something to be awed by when you take a road less travelled.
Or never travelled!
Looking back towards Gore Bay.
Our second jaunt out in the third-bedroom had us return to Gore Bay for a repeat escape location.
It was also an opportunity to test some more features of our home away from home.
And remember what being still and doing nothing used to feel like.
In between a mountain bike blat, walk along the beach, playing five-crowns, and noses in books reading.
BClaire reaching the incline from the south end of Gore Bay.
Quite hard for a couple who are ADHD!
These shoes have been up Mt Kili, Mt Everest Base Camp, Machu Picchu and now Gore Bay.
Eclipse of the sun at Gore Bay.
Our new adventure tool, the third-bedroom.
It was an opportunity to un-connect to re-connect.
And take the new third-bedroom for a test drive and overnighter. (That’s the name we have called our new second-hand campervan!)
To Gore Bay.
A favourite slice of topography of ours.
Where there is no wifi.
But early morning bird song ensemble.
And sun rises to awaken to.
Sunrise with bird ensemble … can you hear them?
The third-bedroom as an added adventure tool – tick.
However, must remember to get a lighter to ignite the gas bbq after using a scrunched up paper towel and nearly setting fire to myself, shoe from stomping, and the scorched earth stomped.
I think the closest volunteer fire brigade is 8.5 kms, Cheviot.
Not a connection one wants if un-connecting.
Our first third-bedroom cooked breaky, once we ignited the gas bbq!