We were woken early by 2 ducks tapping at the window. They had been hand reared by Brian and his wife, Lesley, and reared with their hens and now thought they were chickens (I couldn’t get the song about the ugly duckling out of my mind that day) and waddled around the vineyard like 2 naughty children.
Having had breakfast we made our way to Picton to catch the ferry to Wellington. We had been told that the crossing on leaving Picton and approaching Wellington was quite stunning. However, as the weather was damp and visibility not very good we were forced to stay in the lounge and have a couple of glasses of wine and lunch.
Wow, what a difference in the traffic in Wellington to that in the South Island. I think in the time it took us to get to our hotel we saw more cars than we had in the previous three weeks.
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