Hawkes Bay is a great place to live. Here is a demonstration. We have a network of bike trails around the district. Here are fotos of this mornings bike ride on one of the trails.
The path, on smooth limstone tracks, leads on across the plain.
Over there behind the trees is the Tukituki, a shallow river with a meandering stony stream bed. Somebody has been removing gravel from the foreground.
A field of maize spreads out into the distance, swallowed by the horizon.
Mount Erin, with its TV mast, can be seen in the southern distance.
The gravel thief is revealed. Somebody is doing some building somewhere.
Yes, we have palms in Hawkes Bay, but they are highly prized imports from somewhere else.
These hills separate us from the Pacific coast. The beaches are quite ok, but not up to the standard of Coromandel beaches.
Many of the people who work in the orchards in summer are from somewhere else, usually on temporary work visas, and often having holidays in NZ. They finance their holidays with some work. Here they are thinning the apple crop.
Lion Nathan are investing in new vines. Here are workers tending a new planting. In Summer????
One of the first activities in Hawkes Bay by the new settlers from Europe, was cattle and sheep. There are some Charolais in this group. A type of cattle not used in Hawkes Bay until 1980.
There are very tough restrictions on the chemicals that they are allowed to spray. Basically it is a mixture of lime and sulfur. It is used to stop mildew. The weather on this day was not conducive to mildew rot!!
Lion Nathan believes we will buy more wine. True, Hawkes Bay wines are great.
The sign says "Bivvy Vineyard Cafe". It sells coffee, biscuits and wines. They even deliver! So you don't have to carry the wine on your bike! I tried some Viognier. The French tried to keep it to themselves with such an unprepossessing name. It was divine.
I wasn't the first there that day. Nor was I the last. The only way to get to this cafe is by bike!
So this was a holiday Monday in Hawkes Bay. Very pretty. Cheers Chris the Pipe-maker.