Day 47/72: Driving South

After having a horse eating the field around us to keep us company last night, Tom went out to the beach for a run in the rain. In an attempt to be festive he tried to draw a tree and wrote the word "Christmas" on the beach in the hope that it'd be picked up by Strava, with near excellent results! We then drove over to farewell spit which, as the tide was out, was very desolate and littered with sea debris. As the rain came down, we wondered how we'd benefit from walking along the wasteland so we turned around and carried on with the journey to our next stop, petrol and a supermarket for weekly provisions (apparently the West Coast is desolate with little human contact let alone shops). After a long drive, we ended up in Westport, at a lovely quiet campsite just as the day was ending.Read more