A mirror walk to get out of Nydia Bay, ending in Duncan Bay. The eco-credentials of the excellent lodge may improve by providing jam in jars – removing the necessity to wash the plastic individual portions and separating the foil to tin waste. Around the area you see how old boats and vehicles, in this former forest station, are left to become part of the countryside – you make call it junk heaps if you wish.
One fan tail lingers long enough to be captured on pixels. Slogging uphill we meet on mountain bikes about to descend – a strange occupation. Duncan Bay is a haven for canoeists and sandflys. Barbara sheltered in the water whilst they digested my feet – though doing so sneakily so the lumps and itchiness only comes later.
We stop in Matueka for two nights with the luxury of a shared washing machine. Poor thing.