After a lovely day off, we planned a breakfast of eggs and beans on toast before setting off for Stratford. Overnight the wind and rain blew a gale and I woke up during the night feeling like we were in the middle of a storm. We packed up, showered then headed to the campsite kitchen for our breakfast treat. Only someone had beaten us to it and helped themselves to our eggs, beans and bread. We couldn’t believe it, someone had stolen our breakfast! Oh well porridge it is then. ( Turns out a man, not from the campsite, had come in and taken them, caught on video).
Leaving New Plymouth, Mt Taranaki in background
It was still really windy and I hoped the wind would die down once we got away from the coast. Leaving New Plymouth, we finally got higher up and could see Mount Taranaki at last. A perfect snowcapped mountain.
The wind didn’t die down and it was ridiculous trying to cycle in it, the amount of energy required was crazy. How could it be this windy? I was all over the place on quite busy road and didn’t feel very safe. After 8 miles I really had had enough. In a very bad mood we stopped, had a sandwich and tried to decide what to do. We agreed to stop as soon as we could see a place to camp. We were at Egmont Village and headed towards Inglewood.
We were not far down the road when Chris spotted a backpackers, with camping. We stopped and spoke to the lady there, she said we were fine to camp. She then said in jest that if Chris fancied mowing the lawn before putting up his tent then that would be great! Chris, never one to miss an opportunity said that he could do that for her, for na upgrade in accommodation. She said “a cabin?’ Chris replied “a dorm” and a deal was struck. Chris did about 2 hours work in the garden in return for a dorm room for the two of us, sweet.
It was a lovely place, with a big woodburner, nice sofas and a chilled out atmosphere. We pretty much had the place to ourselves, apart from Tim would was staying there too. It was so nice to be inside and out of the wind, I was very relieved. What we didn’t know was that this place seems to have a history of bicycles. In the kitchen there is a bike mounted on the ceiling with all the pots and pans hanging from it. The fence used to be made of bikes too, but they are all now piled up in the garden in some kind of bike funeral pyre. It was obviously meant to be. So if you are in the area, we can recommend a stay at The Missing Leg Lodge.
The Missing Leg Lodge
Big thanks to Tim who gave us some of his eggs so we were able to have scrambled egg on toast after all. Good luck with the dairy device Tim!