Give me the Cinque Terre, the ruins of Rome and the architecture of Paris but the rolling green countryside of Scotland – I’ll sleep through a week-long road-trip of that scenery (true story!)
I grew up in the remote valley known as Canvastown in Marlborough, where school was a one hour bus ride away and the closest store was a 10km drive. Every Sunday after church and shared lunches with friends, my Dad would
force encourage the family to take a walk through dense bush and gorse-riddled scrub. I moaned and groaned every step of the way. Every single time. I am quite sure that living in this environment, waking to green expanses of amazing each morning, made me immune to the glory of New Zealand scenery. For the past twenty years I have been ogling other environments, travelling the world and seeking beauty in other places.
Taking my family to the Coromandel this past week, I feel as though the blinders have been finally taken off and I could finally see and appreciate the beauty of our backdrop as the thousands of annual tourists that flock to our fair shores see it.
And it really is spectacular.
I found myself stopping to take pictures of trickling creeks on the 309 road, loving the rolling meadows full of grazing cows and the majesty of native tree jeweled hills all around.
And the beaches… well that’s another story altogether.
Over the coming week I will share with you our amazing family adventures in a destination I have been to many times before, but never really explored.