This view, here below, taken from the top of the Mount, looking South, or more realistically East South East, depicts the Blowhole, with Motiti Island in the more distant background. I hope these give some perspective, to my story and the pics I have posted here.
There might have been a hug or two on the way up... even a kiss perhaps.
When we were young school children, we would be bussed from our home town school, for a Picnic Day at the foot of the Mount. There was so much sand! Which I now consider in a different light!!
There were Donkey Rides. Poor docile Donkeys, they were so patient and long suffering.
beach of my childhood.
A beach, which featured in a large part of my growing/maturing years.
The 'beach', (which perhaps should be known as Beaches), is Mount Maunganui, and it has a small Mount, at the end of a spit of land, as in my nicked pic. One side opens onto the Ocean, and the other, is the Harbour side, which is calm, sheltered, and waveless.
It was an ideal beach destination when we were all ages, since the Harbour side was mostly shallow, and ideal for small children to learn to swim or just paddle.
The Ocean side, was where we went to surf the waves and swim in the sometimes, mighty breakers of foam, as they hurled themselves endlessly to the sandy shore.
Somehow this is horrible to see. I was intrigued/saddened/horrified, by the postcard, and the accompanying article in the NZ Herald.