We made our way to New Plymouth, travelling independently. Funny thing was, we both stopped at a little town for lunch.
In the middle of town was this great walkway through to public toilets and a carpark.
The yellow thing on the right, is a fridge that has been turned into a free library.
On to Stratford and we stopped again to go to a war museum, we were directed around the back and found ourselves at a funeral. Opps, apparently although it was called a war memorial centre, there was no museum, it was meeting rooms.
We went across the road to a quilt show.
The town's quilting club was twenty one years old and as such some of the quilts depicted that.
Clock tower in the main street. A glockenspeil played at 10am, 1pm and 3pm, we were too late for one, too early for another, bummer.
Our spot for the night was on a bluff overlooking the breakwater, very nice sheltered by some hedges and only a few steps to the facilities.
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