Dad was responsible for the discovery of one of the most wonderful holiday spots I have ever been to, Castlepoint. A wild and woolly place, it has everything you could want from a classic New Zealand holiday place, and is really very much untouched. Head East from Masterton, through hilly countryside, past several stand-alone pubs, over a hill and there sits the most glorious curved bay and beach. We spent holiday after holiday there for a few years, Easters, Summers, whenever we had the chance really. It is still one of my favourite places in the world, and I have a picture of one of it’s rocky crags and lagoons in my Sewing Room. One of the most wonderful things about Castlepoint is that it’s coastline is so beaten by the ocean that it has become the best spot for a lot of marine life, Crayfish being a star of the area. One thing Dad excelled at when we were there was fishing – and the Crayfish pot got thrown down each evening, with an early morning rise the next day to pull it up and see what we had caught. One particular Christmas spent at the Castlepoint Motorcamp we had fresh Crayfish every day for lunch…. yup, every day. To this day, thanks to Dads fishing skills, I still cannot eat a Crayfish unless it is fresh, because once you have had fresh there really is no turning back, and nothing can equal it.
And then there was the old wicker pot, tied to the roof of the car, making us look like the quintessential holidaying Kiwi family I’m sure. One year, as we were driving back from Castlepoint there was a thud on the roof of the car. For some reason a hawk had flown in and landed on the car, but with the ropes and wicker,and probably the speed of the car moving along, had become instantly tangled. Hearing this awful thud, Dad pulled over the car to find an alarmed bird attached to our roof. Wrapping some cloth around his arms, he untangled the poor bird and set it free. It took off and circled the car three times before flying off on it’s next adventure. I remember Dad being so elated at seeing the bird showing its appreciation in such a way – and who knew a Crayfish Pot could tell so many stories. Happy Fathers Day Dad x