Francis Creek and Shingle Slip Knob

It starts with three orphaned spot-heights on the steep and unfashionable slopes above the mid Waiohine River. How on earth do you link them up and make a semi credible trip?

With a day or two mulling, a few other features I've been meaning to have a look at come back to mind; that aircraft wreck on Shingle Slip Knob, Francis Creek, some spot-heights around Angle Knob and a couple just off the Gentle Annie track. 

The only way to string them together involves a fair amount of up and down and a night out. That's not so bad - what is bad is having to book a bed in a hut for the first time (not really complaining - just mildly put out that I have to go through the 'front country' to get to the back country).

What:    Nav trip, spot-heighting and disaster voyeurism

Where:  Francis Creek, Shingle Slip Knob and surrounds

When:    9-11 March 2018

Who:      Solo

Map:

Closer view of the interesting bits

Train home, chuck stuff in the car, stop for petrol, then again for a kebab in Carterton - finally departing the road end on a soggy Friday night at 8.45pm. Dark already - it must be autumn. Also quite cool - the sou-easter is bringing some pretty chilly air after a hot summer.

The first order of the night is to pick up spot-height 412 - on a wee lump at the bottom of the Gentle Annie. A doddle in daylight and pretty straight forward in the dark, but for a bit of compass trouble (never did work out what was wrong with it - maybe lingering affects from the magnet last week?). There are some foot trails along the top of the lump and lots of pest control tracks around it, but I find a way to exit through a swamp and supple jack.

A bit out of sorts, I resume the walk up through mist. The next spot-height (801) is somewhat easier - I locate a foot trail leaving the main track and it's pretty easy to follow up to a flat top among dripping trees. Here there is an intersection of old ways. Clearly the main track from the carpark to Mt Holdsworth used to come up the spur line, and Carrington Ridge, which heads south from here, must have had a track back in the day (no longer marked on the map).

With the evening's entertainment dealt with and my watch showing 1040 I settle down to the serious business of getting to my bed for the night.

An hour later, Powell hut is showing a light as it emerges from the clag. A group is playing cards and I leave them to it in favour of crawling into bed. The hut is under half full so I probably didn't need to book.

In the morning the view is grey with a few breaks in the clag showing that the Wairarapa is clear. The unpleasant prospect of dragging on damp clothes and getting out means it is 0740 before I finally get away.

It stays claggy until after Mt Holdsworth when there are a few breaks to the east. It doesn't help me so much as I am looking for the start of a spur running nor-west. And it is on the boundary between two maps (my own fault - I forgot to do a printout overlapping the two).

A brief respite - the clag lifts

It turns out to be pretty easy - just after the East Holdsworth Track turnoff I take a bearing and the spur soon emerges ahead. It's about 0830 as I start to make my way down and quickly drop below the clag. There's little or no ground trail but when I reach it, the scrub is not too bad with a quick transition into stunted forest.

The spur starts to emerge

Spurs are pretty much spurs, but this one is quite entertaining. It drops steeply with a number of knobs and little turns that you don't want to miss (or don't want to take by mistake). A stream to the south is a constant companion with some pretty waterfalls, and getting quite substantial by the bottom. The trick is to keep it close on the left but don't drift onto any side spurs that would drop rapidly into the water course. The spur top is often sharp with drops on each side, and towards the bottom requires some steep clambering.

The odd glimpse through the canopy shows steep faces on all sides particularly across Francis Creek where I will be trying to find a route up. What the map says is born out - there are some impossibly steep faces if you try to climb in the wrong place.

A little after 10 I'm standing by Francis Creek - it's a good size with large boulders and log jambs. The creek that has shadowed my way down is also no slouch - the two come together in a cascade and drop rapidly down the narrow valley.

Forks on Francis Creek

From the map, I've figured that the best access up the opposite side is downstream of the forks to (hopefully) find a way out of the creek and up to a spur running NNW to pt 1120. That's pretty much how it goes, barring the sweating and swearing.

I head down stream a few hundred meters and stop for a bite before tackling the climb. What with admiring the scenery, refilling water, losing a few layers and a bit of a sit down, half an hour has passed.

On the lower slopes a flock of Whiteheads come down to scold me which attracts a Piwakawaka who performs his wero a few feet from my face. A little later two Riflemans come just as close - closer than I have experienced before.

There are a few windows out to clouds on the tops and the surrounding slopes. I play the inevitable game of trying to label the features. To the west, Francis Creek drops to the Waiohine - on it's true left is the spur I came up a few weeks back to Isabella and (when the clag lifts) Holdsworth to the south of where I'm standing. The main range forms the eastern horizon and I pick out where Anderson's hut is, the bushy saddle to Kahiwiroa with my spur from the previous trip, and Aokaparangi further south. But this isn't getting me up the hill.

Spur from Francis stream to Isabella from a week or two back

There's a bit of a scramble through scrub before getting into the tussock but not too bad. I find a good animal trail angling up the west face of the spur and avoiding the top of the first knob. It takes me to flat section on the spur then it's pretty good going to 1412. At 12.50 it's taken over two hours to get up from the creek.

Looking up spur to 1412 with Angle Knob in cloud

It's good to stop and admire the view - the cloud is still coming and going though so it is all a little somber. I note that the route up to Angle Knob is going to be quite a scramble tomorrow with some sharks teeth to navigate.




From 1412, Angle Knob gets more cloudy



Spur to McGregor Biv in mid ground

The cloud ceiling is high enough that the ridge to Shingle Slip Knob is clear. There is a bit of ground trail on the narrow sections but a lot of the top is broad and the trail is easily lost. It's not far though.

At the top, a couple of crosses stand in the tussock a little to the north, marking where the flight crew are buried. They are dwarfed by the landscape and the grey aluminium matches the grey sky.

The back of the crosses have large eroded sections where the grain of the aluminium is visible - I assume this is from ice forming and breaking the surface.

From the ridge-top the tail section of the plane is clearly visible a little way down slope. I sit and have lunch over-looking the scene before working along further and finding a foot trail dropping down the face.

The plane was apparently on a training flight from Ohakea and crashed in poor conditions on the way back. The wreckage was found three days later with the two dead crew (further info).

Tail section

This is the most intact of the four planes I have seen in the ranges (honestly I am not a plane crash voyeur). It looks like the plane hit with an uphill trajectory and, because there were no trees, it has not broken up as much as others, and the pieces are more visible in the open.

It is also possible that the pieces have been moved - some material was removed from the site in 2009 for display but the culprits had to put them back. One can also imagine that over 60 years of the Tararua wind fatiguing loose metal will be whittling it away.

Approaching the site, more pieces of wreckage become apparent. From one angle you can almost see the shape of the plane with a wing, the tail and the front section in approximate relationship. An original photo of the crash indicates that there used to be more of the fuselage present, and the presence of a RNZAF paint scheme long since stripped off by the weather.

 

Bent and broken propeller

The remains of the cockpit

The work now is to get around the slope and study the spur that runs NNW swinging to NW and eventually dropping to pt 736. As always it would have been easier to go back to the top of the hill - but I'll probably never learn.

After dropping into the bush it is a little hard to find the spur, but it soon forms and drops quickly at first with little shape then more gently with a broad top. It's a wee while along the almost flat top and time to keep company with a goat that scoots ahead for a while. And once a deer barks from somewhere off to the side. The going gets tricky at 1000m where I need to head of in a different direction and there is little shape to the hillside.

A noise from ahead indicates a deer is starting to make tracks - he stops when I stop and we look at each other for a good minute from about 40m away. I must be down wind as he wrinkles his nose but doesn't move - even when I make a poor imitation of a deer bark. Eventually he moves off but stops again, his antlers just visible through the trees. I'm the first to get bored and head off in the wrong direction for my spot height. He grunts loudly at my retreating back and we exchange 'roars' for a while (by roar I mean guttural sounds like a very large man with indigestion trying to burb past mash potatoes caught in his wind-pipe).

Eventually I sort myself out and head in the correct direction to take a bit of a break on the knob at 736. The map shows a bit of a gully running north from here to a stream where I can cross to the next spur north. I figure it looks the most navigable route and it turns out to be pretty good - a lot to do with the number of animal trails.

By the time I get to the bottom, my gully is carrying a sizable wee cataract (but not marked on the map). The stream I meet is bigger.




My unmarked side stream

I drink my fill and top up my camel back. This will have to do until tomorrow lunchtime unless I fancy tarn water.

The next section promises to be a bit of a gut buster. And judging by the map the best route starts right here. Across the stream there's the foot of a sharp spur - to my surprise there is a stream on the other side and the first few hundred meters the way is very narrow with sharp drops on both sides (the true right stream is smaller and not marked on the map).

After this, it is just a steady, steep climb with nothing but animal trails to follow. I wander a bit off the south of the spur at one point into some quite nasty country (logs, scrub, bush lawyer) and find myself following a wee stream on what seems to be the face of a broad spur. I take advantage and drink my fill again.

The day has cleared and the afternoon sun is angling in under the canopy, almost drying my soggy gear. I am of half a mind to push for the top and make a go for Jumbo hut to arrive in the dark - the less gung-ho half is intending to stick to the plan and keeps half an eye out for spots to fly camp. Not so likely on this part of the hill.

By the time I roll over the top of 1145 (7th and last spot-height for the trip) it's 5.45 and the sensible half has decided I am most definitely looking for a tent site. The top is open and mossy but also somewhat boggy. I head for a flat spot before the saddle on the grounds that it might be a little more sheltered. By taking the sensible option I now have plenty of light to select the best site and pitch the fly - at which I am still not very practiced (the fly is quite narrow so a bit unforgiving if it is slightly out of alignment).

I dump damp clothes and don every layer I have, before climbing into my bag to cook dinner. The evening sun is just clearing the main range to line the mossy trunks with gold.

Comfy?

It's cool and eerily quite, a slight breeze occasionally wafts through, but it is a most unusual Tararua evening. A deer barks from the saddle and approaches my camp before dropping back into the gully, his barks fading with distance.

I wake before dawn and pack in the hope that I might beat the sun to the tops. Getting away at 0700 it is already dipping the tops of the main range behind me before I reach the bushline. But I do manage to get to the tops before it clears the saddle by Angle Knob.

There is a bit of ground trail through the saddle and on the climb I find a barrel covered in plastic with a spade next to it and a cairn nearby. I assume a hunter's stash. At the bushline there is a bit of scrub but it is a remarkably kind transition to the tops.

Dawn on the main range
High point is Mt Crawford, Nichols hut invisible on right, Anderson's Memorial hut behind lump on left

Free of the bush I can see the shadow creeping down the slopes of  the main range. I can also just make out Nichols Hut which stays in shade for a remarkably long time.

On the way to the top I pass the face that gives Shingle Slip Knob it's name - a big chute on the NW face funnels broken rock down a gully into the head waters of the stream I crossed yesterday afternoon. Rounding the shoulder of the Knob, the sun breaks the horizon and the shadow of the ridge races down slope past my feet.

Back at the top of the Knob and I am retracing my steps for the first time in the trip. The grave markers strike a markedly different tone in the morning light.

South west down main range - Kapakapanui on horizon at right

I make a slightly better job of following a ground trail but lose it on the climb to 1412. Progress is somewhat slowed by the frequent stops to gaze at the views - again, the game is to identify the high points on the main range, Carkeek Ridge, Dorset Ridge, the spur with MacGregor biv...

View north - into the headwaters of the Waiohine 

 View south - Isabella on right next to Holdsworth
my spur from Francis running down from left 

View back down ridge to Shingle Slip Knob

Angle Knob - yet to see the sun

My spur again with Holdsworth beyond

After 1412 it is cool in the shadow of Angle Knob. The sharks teeth on the ridge look a bit daunting but the north side is quite navigable with a bit of a trail that (if you keep your eyes peeled) threads the needle with out too much exposure. The odd cairn shows an easier path.

Just before 0900 I climb over the shoulder, into the sun, and onto the top of Angle Knob (1510m). I'm enjoying the view and taking a few photos when I hear voices - a couple of chaps have arrived from the more approachable east side. One of them recognises me from a trip some months back when we met at Waitewaewae hut on the way out to Otaki Forks. They are on a VUWTC trip doing the loop via Broken Axe Pinnacles and Baldy having spent the night at Jumbo hut.

We chat for a bit then I head along the ridge to Jumbo passing the rest of their party on the way.

North from Angle Knob - Ridge to MacGregor in foreground

Along the ridge I notice that there is ice on the trail - no wonder it was a bit chilly last night. With the conditions and broad trail I can make good pace and am soon at Jumbo where I meet a party of five that had been at Jumbo Hut - I suspect I would have been sleeping on the floor if I had come through last night.

They are heading for Holdsworth so I slip ahead and trot south along the ridge - meeting three or four parties coming the other way. There are frequent reasons to stop and look across the valley to Shingle Slip Knob. The shadows on the spurs give the valley the look of elephant hide. Once Shingle is in sight the plane stands out - a shining spot near the top of the Knob.

Across Francis Creek valley - my spur up on left

At 1015 I'm looking down my spur of yesterday morning with no clag - completely unmissable - don't know what all the fuss was about. Turning east I start the sharp descent to the Atiwhakatu valley.

The track is easy to follow and, beyond a few pauses to drop layers, it is an uneventful trip down. There is one point worth noting for future reference - shortly below the bushline an old marker has 'water' scratched on it and a stream is audible just to the south of the spur. I assume this is the point on the map where this is a pronounced kink in the creek.

From near top of East Holdsworth Track
Nichols (or Crawford?) on left, then spur up to Shingle, then my spur up, then Angle near centre

The day is heating up so it's good to be under the canopy. There's a bit of  windfall and some missing markers indicating that the track is not quite as maintained as the Holdsworth circuit, but that's no bad thing. It's over an hour to the bottom where the wide graveled track offers faster travel and rest for weary knees.

It is also where I run into serious traffic - a multitude of families with dogs are heading up valley. I jog where I can taking about half an hour to arrive at the carpark at 1205. Looking at the map it feels like a reasonable half day effort.

Postscript

A really satisfying trip. The spur down to Francis Creek is a wonderful little diversion, and the creek itself is impressive. The spur up is a grunt but the tops are well rewarding as you are surrounded by peaks and ranges. The wreckage is interesting for those that like that sort of thing - certainly an important part of the history of the Tararuas. Getting to 736 and 1145 was a worthy challenge of navigation skills and stamina, and the night out on 1145 was a surprising pleasure.

And seven more spot-heights ticked off.

Pukeatua day trip

The Wellington Arts Festival only comes once in two years, so it would be curmudgeonly in the extreme to begrudge a Saturday night of culture when I could be tramping. Consequently, the plan for this weekend has revolved around fitting in a couple of day walks with attendance at the Barbershop Chronicles scheduled for Saturday night.

The choice of Saturday walk may have been influenced by the presence of the last three unvisited spot-heights in the south western corner of the park. In the end a bit of a knee twinge curtails activities on Sunday - so it's a somewhat truncated trip report this time.

What:     Day nav trip
Where:   Pukeatua - behind Waikanae
Who:      Solo
When:    3 March 2018
Map:

I leave the express way and head for the Akatarawa Hill Road to turn left at Reikorangi. The road end is empty when I arrive but a gentleman turns up shortly and we get chatting. He's organising a walk for a senior group along the Mangaone walkway which follows up the Waikanae River and pops out in the hills behind Otaki. Apparently some of the members don't like getting their feet wet so he's checking some logs he dropped over a stream a week back weren't washed away in cyclone Gita.

The Pukeatua track is part of the Te Araroa trail popping along a ridge from Otaki Forks. At 0830 I start along an old forestry track which turns into single track before pt 422. One (presumably) TA walker comes through a little before 422 - he must have got up reasonably early to get here from the Forks.

At the saddle just after 422 I pick a spot and drop east towards the stream. It rapidly turns into a tangle of supplejack but is not too steep.

The way down

Near the bottom I come across what looks like an apparently healthy supplejack vine growing out of a decidedly not supplejack tree. Weird.

 The other side is a little clearer and after following animal trails that avoid the worst of the supplejack, I find a bit of a foot pad on the top of the spur - it's 9.40 and there's even the odd piece of old tape.

Nice open bush on the spur

This leads up to the target - pt 535. The spur is a bit messy here and I'm having a bit of trouble with direction finding when I notice that my compass is a bit sluggish. I generally give it a bit of a wiggle when taking a bearing to check it is level and moving freely, this time the needle response is odd. I check my pockets and around my chest but can't find anything metallic and can't recall having a pacemaker fitted recently. It's still behaving a bit weirdly and on a second check I discover a plastic clip on my chest strap that used to belong with a previous water bladder - it has a strong wee magnet in it. I haven't used this day pack for a while and had completely forgotten it was there.

With navigational confidence (competence?) restored I find the way across a couple of bumps and to the climb back to the marked track. The ground trail is pretty good.

At 1050 I'm on the Pukeatua track again and, after a short break, head up towards the named high point - Pukeatua 812, meeting another TA walker on the way. There are a series of clearings around the top and views up to Kapakapanui with its head in the clouds and the side spurs to Judd Ridge - also disappearing into cloud. The Kapiti Coast is also visible. It's a little after 1120.

The name strikes me as a little odd - the hill of the gods (or a god?) - yet it isn't exactly commanding in the landscape. Kapakapanui to the SSW and the peaks of the southern crossing to the east look down on it.

Kapakapanui on left - target saddle low on right 

This is the furthest along the track for  today as I have previously visited the next spot height along. Heading back to where I rejoined the track my right knee starts playing up and continues to give me gyp for the rest of the day.

The next section is to follow a long saddle to the Kapakapanui track south of here. It is such an obvious link between two navigable ridges that it's no surprise to see old venetian markers visible from the track - you'd have to be blind to miss them. In fact, to make sure people don't wander off, DOC has put some large orange triangles to mark the Pukeatua track. At 1150 I'm good for time so reckon I can go a bit easy on my knee.

A subtle sign

The foot trail comes and goes but the ridge is narrow enough and it's clear people come through periodically. The climb out of the saddle gets a bit messy with undergrowth and lots of windfall. I'm also getting a bit whiny about my knee so slowing down somewhat.

Part way up I find some iron sheets and possibly timbers rotting into the forest floor - clearly there was something here a long time ago. Later, I find Henderson's Shelter marked on a 1979 map of the area - I assume I stumbled over its mouldering remains.

The saddle route joins the Kapakapanui track at 1240 and it's a short step down to the hut. It's tidy and I top up my water before taking a long lie down. The sun is hidden but it's warm and there's cell phone coverage. But not that great as I discover by chewing through half my battery life checking a few websites.

Kapakapanui track

Kapakapanui Hut

Blame it on the warmth or resting that gamy knee, either way it is a lot longer than I normally stop before mustering enough enthusiasm to overcome inertia, departing about 1315.

The map shows a bit of a flat section then a bump in the ridge where I am planning to take a spur back to the carpark. I keep my eyes peeled but in the end, as the photo shows, the subtle signs were there for the observant (1335).

Another subtle sign

A good ground trail heads firmly off down the spur with old markers in evidence. A few times it became a little indistinct with long gaps between markers but it was pretty easy. The old track drops to a low saddle with the sounds of the stream on the right drifting up, then climbs to an abrupt transition into pines.

Forward

And back

The old maps website shows no track down this spur in 1979, a marked track in 1989, a note that it is overgrown in 1999, a dotted route in 2009 and nothing now. Funny how things change.

I join a somewhat winding logging road which is mostly pretty easy to follow although I wander onto a side track at one point and end up sidling through second growth pine to find the main road again.

The sun is out now and it's hot. What with the trees and the winding road I'm not 100% sure how far I've traveled until a pylon comes into sight indicating the start of the descent to the carpark.

I know I'm outside the Forest Park now and am not sure who owns the land. However, there does not appear to be any current logging activity and I figure that the odd lone tramper limping out of the hills is not going to create risk or cause damage. There's one house high above the carpark but I keep away from their drive and follow the logging road down. At the bottom there is an old sign that says 'private' but as there is also access to houses it's not entirely clear what it is referring to.

I note that I'm parked next to an old boiler - a relic of logging technology and a reminder that the hills will bear the scars of today's forestry well after the trucks and pines have gone.

It's just before 3pm so everything has pretty much gone to plan. I silently thank the support crew who has slipped two bottles of ginger beer into my change bag, and head back over the entertaining Akatarawa hill road.  Next stop a bath then some barbershop.

Remutaka - Pylon Track

Sometimes a weekend is required where you knock off those 10 things you've been meaning to get around to. I'm not referring to the sort of weekend that the average family has about once a week, but one where you catch up with three parts of the family you haven't seen for a while; knock off five spot-heights that you expect to be unbearably tedious; take Angela on a nav trip; go on a road ride in the Wairarapa and polish off some fine dining.

The spot-heights in question are in the southern most part of the Tararua Forest Park to the north of the Remutaka hill road. The area has been cleared and burnt at times and is covered in a mix of regenerating bush. It's not that popular for walking although there are tracks and an ECNZ road along the pylons. Getting to off-track spot heights in the area is likely to involve some pain.

I figure there are at least two good days of walking and scrub bashing to get to all the points and don't fancy doing them all in one go.  A day trip followed by a bike ride seems like a good way to start ticking them off.

What:    Day tramp and road ride
Where:  Pylon track from Remutaka saddle to Abbot's Creek bridge on Featherston side
Who:     Angela and me
When:   24 February 2018
Map:

The support crew takes a couple of snaps so the SAR people know what to look for and we potter up the track from the Remutaka saddle - it's shortly after 8am. Although not early-early, the light is clear and highlights the gold in the dracaphyllum.

The single track up to the pylon track is well cut and easy to follow. The first couple of hundred metres is notable not so much for the views as the gormless twat with a blue spray-can that has daubed trees and rocks with their howls against society. Fortunately they didn't have the stamina or attention span to travel far and we are soon climbing through forest and scrub towards the ridge.

Although the route for the day is mostly 4WD drive track I figure it's a good excuse to try to ensure that Angela learns some good navigation techniques rather than picking up my slightly slap dash approach. To this end, we pause on the way up to fix our position using a distant landmark perpendicular to our direction of travel, and actually pay attention to the bearing numbers for a change. The altimeter only comes out to confirm if we're in the ball park.

The views start with the full length of the Upper Hutt side of the Remutaka road - from this angle the twisting climbing curves are reduced to a gently rising straight line. The Pakuratahi flats are now basking in the morning light with the morning mist we drove through 30 minutes earlier completely burnt off. In between, the hillside below has a surprising depth with hidden gullies and some lovely forest that is not visible from the road. 

Remutaka hill road

Pakuratahi

Other side of the Remutaka road

Progress is slow as we take every opportunity to take in the view and practice aligning the map with distant ridges. To the south, the hills and ridges of  the Remutaka Forest park come into view as we climb higher.

The pylon road is well maintained with vegetation cleared and a solid base so we rock along to 805 (and our most significant planned deviation) fairly quickly. The plan is to 'pop' north down a spur to pt 575. Let the record state that I warn Angela that it could be pretty scrubby judging by the map.

About 20m below 805 there is a bit of tape on a tree and a ground trail develops. We follow this down through open, mossy forest to a couple more markers before a short section through open scrub - back into the trees again we are making great progress until we hit the next patch of scrub. A carefully taken compass bearing saves us from hiving off down a side spur at least once.

We lose any sign of the trail and end up in a full on scrub bash - progress is glacial as we edge our way through, over and under trying to avoid the worst of the gorse. Angela trials the well known technique of falling backwards through a tree and somewhere in the process rips a hole in her brand new Under-Armour tights - I could be accused of being insensitive in pointing out that it could have been worse - it could have been her leg,

Eventually we get back into bush again and progress speeds up. There's a clearing at our target pt and we take a bearing on a nearby feature (714) to confirm we have arrived. Time for a bite in the shade.

The route back is a little less exciting - we stick to the more heavily forested east face of the spur and work our way upwards avoiding the worst of the scrub.

Scrambling down the bank onto the pylon track is a little bit fraught with Angela engaging the slip-and-slide-down-on-your-bum technique - judging by the amount of filth and water accumulated this is not recommended.

A short stint along the 4WD track before we leave it briefly to follow the ridge line towards Mt Frith. This track is well cut and marked, although a rising wind starts to buffet us a little.  A historic burn or other clearance has left the ridge here covered in low scrub giving good views to Lake Wairarapa,  the Featherston side of the Remutaka Road and north across the Tauherenikau gorge.

Angela in the wilderness

Lake Wairarapa with some foreground

Heading back from pt 712 - contending with the wind

The final mission for the day after returning to the pylon track is the steep drop to the valley floor with a brief excursion to pick up pt 375. Angela takes one look at the bush and leaves me to half an hour of crashing through trackless manuka, old man gorse and regenerating forest species.

Still looking down on the hill road

The stream valley to the east has forest trees and hillsides of Punga - the area is regenerating really nicely.

The support crew responds to a phone call and our assurance that we will be out in about 10 minutes - unfortunately this is a little prolonged due to blackberry patches on the way down that require harvesting.

Our accommodation in Martinborough is serviceable if a bit tired and Aidan and Janne join us at Pinocchio's for a very good meal. She has just finished saying that we don't know it but this is her birthday weekend, when she discovers a gift under her serviette and a cake we had delivered to the restaurant earlier turns up for dessert. A successful surprise and suitably low key.

Post script

It's a nice walk giving interesting angles on familiar landmarks. The pylon track is easy going but it is hard underfoot and a little steep on the downhill end so the knees feel it by the time you get to the bottom.  The track along to Mr Frith looks like a better option to my eye.

Good company, a nice day, and five spot-heights efficiently dispatched.

A Sunday road ride

The following day we polish the weekend off with a bike ride from Martinborough along the Longbush Road to Gladstone and a jaunt up Admiral Hill.

Between the first and second puncture

My newly replaced back tube has gone down overnight and the replacement (from the same batch bought cheap on Torpedo 7) loudly gives up the ghost 3km in.  Notwithstanding this, it's a lovely ride with Tour Aoteroa riders coming through after overnighting in Masterton. Gladstone has a large sign up welcoming the riders which is pretty cool although the riders may be a little disappointed that there is essentially nothing at Gladstone and certainly nothing selling the essentials (ginger beer and toasted sandwiches). The pub a little way of the back road is pretty good though (see below).

Admiral Hill is a nice little uphill grunt with a good half K steep pinch. Angela takes this in her stride despite her bottom gear starting to skip. We pause at the first summit for some adjustment which gets her to the top.

The wind gives good assistance on the way up and is screaming across the crest, but demands some care to get started on the downhill.  Angela's gears choose this moment to throw a wobbly and, after a bit of examination, a broken gear cable is diagnosed - I remove the cable and lock it into a choice of two gears which prove to be just too high for her to peddle to the top of the rise on the way back to the false summit.

As soon as cell phone coverage is restored the support crew (who have taken refuge at the Gladstone pub) are dispatched to mount a rescue. I nobly continue the ride to the bottom of the hill meeting them on the way up.

The Gladstone pub turns out to be an appropriate venue for the post match analysis. Surprisingly good food for a country pub and clearly a magnet for cyclists - some of whom have stayed overnight for the sole purpose of knocking off the admiral (as it were).