One of the joys of retirement is the almost complete lack of timetable constraint. When everyone is at work in the middle of the week you can look out of the window at a lovely day and say, ‘Let’s go for a picnic - now!’
I’m sure this is what these two were doing when I came across them by the still waters of French Farm Bay on Banks Peninsula. It was a perfect early autumn day, ‘one out of the box’, and apart from my brief presence (which neither of them noticed) they had the bay all to themselves.
Banks Peninsula is like that, there is an uncountable number of these wonderful coves and beaches most of which are the outer indentations of what were once two massive volcanoes now known as Lyttleton and Akaroa Harbours. There’s room for everybody in this easily accessible and yet almost remote corner of what some people call God’s Own Country: New Zealand.