|New Zealand's full of sheep|
Eventually, I decided it was a good thing I had not gone, because it rained most of the day in longish, heavy showers. For once, I was glad to be driving an automatic, because my hand was constantly on the wiper lever, trying to adapt. The road did not seem especially interesting, until I came over a pass and looked down on to a wide gorge with the biggest brownest muddiest river I have ever seen flowing through it. Unfortunately, there was not a very good place to take a photo of it. Once I got down to the river level, I pulled into a picnic site under a viaduct and discovered I could not see much from there, except for two dead sheep, with very impressive horns, occupying the middle of the picnic area. I must be a strange kind of person because I was more interested than put off by them. I sat in the car eating my lunch and wondering how two of them managed to die right here on a perfectly flat piece of unflooded grass, far from steep cliff faces. Maybe they had fought each other to exhaustion with those horns of theirs. Other people kept driving in to the picnic stop, noticing the two dead sheep and driving off again. In the end, I found this behaviour disconcerting and drove off myself to find an open cafe and do a couple of hours of work.
|Flooded picnic ground|
|This doesn't look so good either. Actually, the photos in this post are a trail of destruction.|