The Turn For Home.
We packed up our kit and left our Riverton house for the last time.
It was a great place to lay our weary heads although a second bathroom wouldn’t of gone amiss.
Again I had my jacket and gloves in my saddle bags as temperatures soared toward 30 degrees (86 Fahrenheit) and I hoped the sun lotion was doing its job on my naked forearms.
It was a lovely, short, ride with a quick cuppa stop at Balclutha.
SJ and Grumpy were starting to feel the effects of last night, but as I’m in better physical condition than both of them I was fine.
We rolled into Dunedin mid-afternoon where only I went for a well deserved beer.
the sheppard's whistle 