Sunday 20th December: The morning was hot with blue skies. We headed to east of Christchurch to New Brighton (it even has a pier!) and Steve left us at a playground while he went to collect something he had bought on trade-me. While I was waiting with the boys I noticed a board advertising surfing lessons at 11am, and invited Steve to have a go as a Christmas present from me. He rose to the challenge, and Peter asked if he could have a go too. Their lesson lasted 2 hours and both boys were tired and cold by the end of it, but got on really well for a first time. Edward, Jonathan and I sat on the sandy beach and watched, and made car tracks in the hot sand.
Just as their lesson finished the wind turned round to a southerly, picked up strength, and it turned very cold as the thick grey clouds blew in. followed by rain. We ate lunch in the motorhome and then headed across to the west of Christchurch and carried on west through Darfield and on to Methven. It rained all the way, and was cold by now. We arrived at Methven about 5.30pm and booked into a campsite. I know it was cold and wet, but it was the most miserable campsite I have ever been on - maybe it will look better when the sun shines? We walked along to a pub for dinner and got back to the motorhome about 8.30pm.
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