Today we arrived in Wellington, the Capital of New Zealand in the fog. The city was socked in. I had a tour of the Storm Coast, which still went on, with our driver trying to explain what we would be seeing if the fog was not there. He had a great sense of humor, a bit dry, but I loved it. At one point, he commented that we would not know if he lied to us, with the fog. He commented on how interesting and eery everything looked in the fog.
As we drove around the harbor, we came to the lighthouse, and there used to be two of them, but only one remains. I thought it was odd that as we were in the fog, I never saw a light from it.
The tour continued on to a farm where we were served Breakfast Tea. The lovely finger foods were delicious.
The grapevines were in the back of the house, and he had some sheep in the front paddock. He gave us a demonstration of how sheep herding is done. He has two dogs, one which brings the sheep to him and the other as a bit of hound in it, so it chases the sheep away. It was quite funny to watch the dog with hound in it scare the dickens out of the sheep. Now the ram stood and stared at the dog until the dog got close.
As we drove along the beach, we saw a number of these which the people build to create wind blocks or protection.
This is one of the houses on the way.
There is a curve and apparently there are little penguins that cross the road to the hillside, where they burrow into the hill to sleep at night and then they cross the road to get back into the sea where they fish all day. They are no taller than 12 inches. Unfortunately they would have all been out to see, so I did not get to see this blue burrowing penguin. But you must drive slow there as I imagine they would be hard to see at dusk or dawn.