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Blustery fun on Ninety Mile Beach

Daniel drove us down the Te Pahu stream to the sand dunes at the end of Ninety Mile Beach.

Daniel drove us down the stream to the sand dunes at the end of Ninety Mile Beach.

Ninety Mile Beach is, in fact, about 55 miles long. Stockmen reckoned they drove their animals about 30 miles in a day. As it took them three days to drive the stock along Ninety Mile Beach, by definition (they calculated) the beach must be 90 miles long.

After a lesson on dune boarding the young and the superactive members of the tour trudged up to the top of the dunes.

After Daniel’s lesson on dune boarding the young and the super-active members of the tour trudged up to the top of the dunes. I thought the top of the dunes looked vertical, but sand does not stay put at 90 degrees, the experts tell me. Iggy says the “angle of repose” for sand is 34 degrees, but will go to 45 degrees if it is wet. 34 degrees looked steep enough to me.

Speed fiend Iggy dune boarded right from the top. His reward was sand through every fibre of his being.

Speed fiend Iggy dune boarded right from the top. His reward was sand through every fibre of his being.

The learner slopes were steep enough for me.

The learner slopes were fun enough for me.

We had to wait for the tide to go out so that when the coach drove us down the beach we could get around a rocky headland. In the meantime, we chatted with the fishermen who hauled in this catch, plus some, in the forty five minutes we had been playing on the sand dunes. Notice the mako (shark) in the background.

We had to wait for the tide to go out so that when the coach drove us down the beach we would be able to get around a rocky headland. In the meantime, we chatted with the fishermen who hauled in this catch, plus some, in the forty five minutes we had been playing on the sand dunes. Notice the mako (shark) in the background.

Watching the sand gust along the beach and the waves crash to shore was mesmerising. I stopped, I breathed, I absorbed the utter removal from my life of work and the busy-ness of our lives - and I discovered during these moments the benefits of moving far from life's usual routines.

Watching the sand gust along the beach and the waves crash to shore was mesmerising. I stopped, I breathed, I realised I was far from civilisation and on holiday. I grinned broadly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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