Last summer, we packed up our chilly bins and headed across Foveaux Strait from Invercargill to Stewart Island for a bit of family togetherness. We had grandparents, aunties, uncles, nieces and nephews. We rented a bach right across the road from the beach and it came with a family wagon so we could go on adventures.
Stewart Island really is an awesome place. If it wasn’t for the weather we could have been on a tropical island. The beaches are golden and the scenery lush. Nature is on your doorstep, the food at the pub is pretty good, the seafood is abundant. And when you’re with Invercargill residents it feels like you know everyone!
Ambrose was brave. He decided he would swim every day and to his credit he did. It was a quick sprint but he did it. Dad was there with the towel every day. The rest of us watched from the bach window. One day he convinced his uncle to join in.
I did a power walk into town with my niece in her buggy. I deserved the coffee in the middle before the return trip home. The bays are beautiful. I say and played on the beach with the kids. Built sand castles and buried treasure. It’s still heaps of fun with your coat on!
We ate a lot of seafood. Crayfish, mussels, blue cod. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know on Stewart Island. We were well looked after. And the cousin time was priceless. As you can tell, the local dairy sells the best-ever vanilla ice cream in a tub!