The Sun shone, the birds sang, and the gorgeous gays and gals of the bay decided it was time for brunch right next to New Zealand’s icon, The Stone Store.
One does suspect the missionaries who sailed their way up the Kerikeri inlet all those years ago would have been happier meeting Hone Heke and his mates rather than the 40 odd poofs and dykes who held claim to the hallowed ground for breakfast and a chat.
Not that the assembled fabulous people were in any way hostile, in fact quite the opposite. Bonne Ami was present as we chatted and basked in the sun. Did we mind the wait for our repast NO. We may have had to wait a bit but the crew at The Landings were working as hard as they could. So much so one could no longer speak at the end of his shift.
We were joined by a cute young German who was passing through on his working tour of NZ. A shame he will not be with us on future occasions even if he was the only straight one in the bunch.
The food was excellent. The restaurant did a creditable job as more and more of us turned up and we spread out on to the lawns. And who would have wanted to be stuck inside on such a lovely day.
Messrs Marsden & Kemp may have rolled over in their graves at the invasion of us demented soles, but who cares we enjoyed our brunch.
