First – the Wedding. With a capital W. The most glorious affair in fabulous surroundings. It was admittedly a hot day – so the ushers thoughtfully handed our paper parasols as we all waited in the grounds of Pompadour House. Meanwhile the bride was descending the magnificent staircase at the ‘Duke of Marlborough and riding in style down the promenade in a vintage Austin. I know this because we all saw photos afterwards.
And the groom was standing waiting rather nervously with the celebrant. Then finally the bride made her entrance – and I’m sure there was a collective gasp, she looked so stunning in a vintage white lace figure-hugging dress with vintage baby blue shoes.
A lovely gesture at the ceremony was the individual blessing of the rings by everyone present – we all got to hold them for a few seconds. The bride and groom’s two dogs were ring bearers and her nieces helped pass the rings around.
All too soon the magic words were announced. (I should add at this juncture that I was very grateful to the bride for ensuring that I was provided with a copy of the ceremony – so I knew exactly what was being said – a vast improvement over almost all wedding ceremonies I have attended in the past, including my own – twice!).
Bride and groom elected to walk down the promenade back to the Duke where the wedding feast was to be held. A ride in the vintage Austin was offered to some of the older people, including Dave’s sister Alison.
Arriving at the ‘Duke’, everyone posed underneath the huge fig tree on the promenade, fortified by a glass or two of cooling wine … (that’s Dave in his kilt and me with the yellow bag, I should have hidden it).
Then we moved onto the front balcony and had a simply sumptuous feast, all sorts of wines and delicacies being offered, mostly mulltiple-choice. Only three of the nine people at our table loved oysters (Dave does, but they don’t love him) so we three enjoyed more than expected of the local produce, which is world-class. No time to take photos until dessert… In between various speeches were made, including one by Dave.
Some time in late afternoon a couple of us staggered down to the end of the jetty to see the iconic Tall Ship R Tucker Thompson depart with a gaggle of tourists.
Later still Dave, Alison and I promenaded around for a time admiring the sunset at the end of a prefect day. We all slept well that night!
Next day – a Recovery BBQ at the bride and groom’s home. No photos.
Next day – reluctantly we packed up and left the Duke, heading south for Auckland. First the ferry from Okiato to Opua. I spotted this house from the ferry, complete with private landing. Nice! Particularly if it had a private ‘ride’ up to the house (probably not).
We dropped Alison off at her friend’s then braved the Auckland traffic to Dave’s brother John’s beautiful home in Devonport, where we stayed for a few days. Willie the Russian Blue kept us entertained. Most certainly a cat with attitude!
We went for a long walk along the nearby Cheltenham Beach near Krarkin Point with its views of Rangitoto Island, Motuihe island in the distance, and Browns Island and St. Helier’s to the south-east (photo). Rangitoto shelters it from the main force of Hauraki Gulf weather but even so there was much evidence of erosion. Some houses on the cliff have already been abandoned. The beach is also lined with magnificent old mansions, but some of them are in danger of disappearing into the waves.
I didn’t realise seagull babies were so large – this mother seems rather henpecked or is that child-pecked.
We also visited the lovely little Navy Museum at Torpedo Bay – containing an incredible wealth of Naval history.
I never really knew where the Battle of Jutland occurred …
There were scale models of various famous Naval ships, including the German one (below) and a NZ one (I forgot to note their names).
the detail was absolutely incredible. The museum thoughtfully provided a torch ….
We had a beautiful meal at one of Devonport’s many restaurants. But too soon it was time to leave.
We headed for Tauranga, picking up Alison on the way. After spending the afternoon with Dave and Alison’s sister Bev and husband Bruce, we left Al there and headed for their son Paul’s place at Mt. Maunganui, our home for the next few days.
A morning walk on the beach ….another family cat (this one with a far more laid-back attitude, after all she is a ragdoll) … fish and chips on the beach while watching local Waka races … the days flew by.
Next morning we left at dawn, as we had to be in Rotorua by a certain time. For a rather special early birthday celebration for me.