It's our final day in New Zealand. The packing is all done - two houses and a workshop condensed down into a 3m x 4.5m storage unit.
We are staying with Shirley's Mum until the flight this evening. She has her piano students, so Shirley and I go to Manly Beach for a swim. Despite the name, the beach is not full of bronzed adonises flexing in the sunshine, just a few old wrinklies making the most of the warm water while it lasts.
We swim in the cool water and then read under the pohutukawa trees. Heaven.
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