My Own Personal Deadwood

My Own Personal Deadwood

We're on the road again! This time in a Maui campervan, or as we like to call it, the Mighty Mau Mau; an enormous four berther that rivals our apartment for space and style but has a lot less crap in it because we had to bring everything with us in a plane from Auckland to Christchurch where we picked it up.

The Ginger operates as the ghost of my late father when it comes to road trips as he refuses to stop or slow down in case anyone he has overtaken catches up. We're in a campervan. We've overtaken roadkill, but still he will not brake. UNLESS he sees a sign saying SHEFFLIELD's FAMOUS PIE SHOP. Then he stops.

I'd forgotten how easy it is to make the poor sap happy. Usually I don't bother. But on this occasion I was able to text my pie loving brother Tom and make him drool over the description of the Shefflield famous pie pastry alone: crunchy but not dry with just the right amount of flake, a good but not overwhelming density with a low fat-feel on the roof of the mouth and a particularly pleasing golden hue.

Then it was on to Arthurs Pass. I don't know who Arthur was, but his passes are really good. A downhill bridge - how does that happen? Stunning vistas, beautiful native beech trees, a scenic rail and at the end, the wild wonderful West Coast.

Better still, we got to sleep in the car, without having not meant to.




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