You are flicking though the pages of my retro tour of New Zealand: you know me, …can’t let any detail slip by, so the pages of this trip have bulked up with all the sights, sounds, and tastes of our trip. Luckily it’s all electronic because if this were all on paper a small rainforest would be suffering.
Speaking of tastes… Most of family Kiwidutch are now experiencing stomach rumbles so we look around or lunch.
Actually it doesn’t take long because whilst I was dawdling at the back, bewitched by the amazing artworks, Himself and the kids had found the café on the other side of the courtyard from the entrance of Foxton’s windmill and made themselves comfortable sorting out their menu choices.
It’s called the Tram Station Café and the food looks excellent.
My slice of bacon and egg pie looks (and tastes) amazing and the kids demolish their toasted sandwiches. Most members of my family are fully trained by now in the gentle art of “you may eat as soon as your food has been photographed by your demented Foodie Mama for her Blog”, but on this occasion Little Mr. lacks both willpower and motivation to keep his grubby little paws off his toasted sandwich during the photography session.
(Sigh) Yes, his hands are still that dirty after the hand wash! I suppose it’s testament to his immune system that he’s so very rarely sick.
As a concession in obtaining at least half a photo, I agree to take a photo of a very curly piece of dried grass that he’s taken a shine to and declared that it is “ so beautiful that he wants to keep it forever!”
Unluckily for him it got sucked out of the van in a good gust of wind when we stopped down a coast at a beach a little while later and his love for it can’t have run too deep because he didn’t even mourn it’s loss for a single second.
Himself opts for coffee only, since he stocked up on the bacon and eggs back in Wanganui at breakfast time.
The weather might look overcast and dull but don’t be deceived , it’s a very hot day today and we decide to eat al fresco under a parasol at one of the outdoor tables. There are just enough puffs of wind to make it perfectly comfortable. Let’s dine!