This is looking over Owhiro Bay from the top of the cliffs.
At the bottom of the track, where it joins the coast line, we met Dave and Jane. Dave had just got back from Indonesia and had a camera. So the remaining photos are thanks to him. This is the group with the track in the background.
From here is a short walk round to Sinclair Head which is a haul out colony for New Zealand Fur Seals like this youngster sunning himself on a rock
and this older one trying to have an after lunch snooze
This fellow was obviously applauding our walking efforts
while all his mates were singularly unimpressed.
The next one is some of the girlies - left to right is: Briar as Ginger Spice flirting with one of the N*Sync boys (actually her boyfriend Thom, so tragically no gossip), Kate as Posh Spice feeling the emotion of the song and me as Baby Spice dancing like a muppet as usual. 
In other non-celebrity gossip, Posh was later seen deep in conversation with 'generic poptart' JK, as the picture below shows. Bystanders confirm that the two were animtedly discussing the seventh Harry Potter book, which had come out the weekend before. Yeah, we're geeks.
Gemma with traditional novelty over-sized drinking vessel, a wine glass (or bucket - it was half the size of her face as you may be able to see in this strangely small photo - blame the net) in her case and her lovely cousin and my lovely flatmate Amy (who dressed up as Britney Spears (spelling?) for the 90s party but avoided being in photos by taking them all herself) :
Never say we're not responsible drinkers, however - look at the food laid on for us by the lovely hippies she lives with:
The hippie girls, looking gorgeous:
Gemma, her winejug and her mum during the speeches:
... her mum wrote a song! Was very cute. We all sang along:
But it made KateKate and I nervous about our speech which, due to the chronic disorganisation which we both suffer from, we didn't have time to print it off my laptop, so we're studying it intently and not at all posed-ly here:
And then everyone danced lots, as is our wont, doing our 'signature moves' or what would shortly become them (photo 1 - KateKate, signature move - twirl surrounded by boys, photo 2 - Jen and Amber, signature move - the side shimmy, oh yeah):
... singing loudly to our favourite songs (photo 1 - Gem, Delder and Sisi with random in background, probably singing Mr Brightside by the Killers, photo 2 - Kenny (partially obscured due to excessive happiness), Blair and Aidy singing something emotional yet masculine, photo 3 - Gem and Sisi again, probably singing Mr Brightside again/still):
... and having yell-y though perfectly amicable conversations over the din:
Right, I think I've wasted enough of your bandwidth and mine for now, so it's off to bed for me and probably dreaming of fainting heroines, mysterious apparitions and sinister black veils... and then realising they're all just metaphors for the subjugation of the feminine domestic by the masculine political/public. Mmm. Right, hope this loads.Four old codgers sitting on a bench. Note the Kaikouras in the far distance.
The track goes along the ridge and then we walked back along the shore.
This is the Ataturk memorial. A little piece of Turkey to commemorate the Gallipoli campaign.
Barrett's Reef, where the Wahine went down.
