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There are many fascinating stories about the early Polynesian and European settlers to Aeotearoa, New Zealand

Cape Campbell Lighthouse Tour

Lighthouse Cape Campbell
Lighthouse and cottages at Cape Campbell
Lighthouse keeper's cottage with lighthouse in background.
Lighthouse keeper's cottage at Cape Campbell
Inside of the lighthouse keeper's cottage.
View from top of lighthouse stairs at Cape Campbell
View from top of lighthouse stairs.
Monument to Robert Fyfe
Monument to Robert Fyfe

By Judy Mathews

On a brisk, sunny winter’s morning in Marlborough, Will from Driftwood Eco Tours guided us on a day trip to Cape Campbell Lighthouse at the Eastern most point of the peninsula.

Choosing Will in his 4-wheel drive tour wagon instead of the many hours walk there and back along Marfel Beach, was definitely the right decision. As we travelled over private farmland, opening and shutting farm gates, Will told us stories about the history of this place including several stops along the way to view structures and/or monuments relating to the area. Reaching the coast south of the lighthouse we rounded the last bend and there was the lighthouse standing magnificently on a rise looking out towards Cook Strait and beyond.

As Will knew the owners of the Cape Campbell station – the Peter Family – not only were we able to drive through their farm but we had access to the historical buildings associated with the lighthouse. One highlight was exploring the cottage used in the movie ‘Light between Oceans’, still in the condition used when filming. Another building contained informative boards detailing the history of the lighthouse, shipwrecks along the coast with the numbers of lives lost and more recently about the movie. Numerous photos gave a very clear picture of what life had been like at Cape Campbell in the last 100 years.

We ate lunch, provided by Will and Rose of Driftwood Eco Tours, outside what was probably the original school for the lighthouse children, soaking up the atmosphere and reflecting on how we had been able to have an in-depth visit to a special part of New Zealand guided by Will from Driftwood Eco Tours.

A tour to Mt Gladstone Station, Awatere Valley, Marlborough, NZ

Christa and David Brown trace David's ancestor Otterson
David Brown's ancestral research brought him and his wife Christa to the remote Awatere Valley where the Otterson family where intrinsically connected.
Harry and Hayley Pitts with Christa Brown
Harry and Hayley Pitts present Christa with a book Hayley wrote for her boys called 'Mac'.
Marlborough High Country
The majestic valleys and peaks of Mt Gladstone Station
Hayley Pitts
Hayley Pitts of Mount Gladstone Station takes a break from farm life to have a cuppa and a chat with our guest David and Christa.
Christa and David Brown with Hayley Pitts
Christa and David Brown with Hayley Pitts, owner of Mt Gladstone Station with her husband Jeremy.

David and Christa Brown of Nelson rang us to ask for a bespoke tour, a special assignment. David Brown is the great grandson of Francis and Jane Otterman. David has been studying his family history and has traced these ancestors to a very special high country farm. Gladstone Station, Awatere Valley, in the heart of Marlborough. You will not find a place more beautiful or hosts more welcoming than the current owners the Pitts family.

Will Parsons as guide shared with David and Christa a little of his own family background on the way to the station. Will and his family farmed at Mt Victoria in the Flaxbourne area for generations.

The first stop was at the home of Alan and Bev Pitts. They enjoyed sharing their stories of the early Otterson pioneers over tea and scones. Francis and Jane settled to farm merino sheep here in around 1852 and the farm was taken over by their son Henry in 1876. Tragically Francis was drowned crossing the Wairau River, near Manuka Island. His horse stumbled and his foot caught in the stirrup. So many drowned in river crossings in those days.

Mount Gladstone runs around 8000 merinos over 8,903 hectares producing high quality fine fibre which is highly sort after worldwide. Much of it is now sold to a company called Devold in Norway.

Mt Gladstone has a stately altitude of 2,570 metres.

Next stop was the home of Jeremy and Hayley Pitts. David and Christa went for a drive around in search of  Mt Otterson Peak, they also crossed the Otterson River. David selected a large rock out of the river to take home as a memory.

David and Christa were a fun and informative couple and we loved helping them achieve their goal of returning to Mt Otterson to pay their tribute.

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An expedition to one of New Zealand’s most remote sheep and cattle stations.

Muzzle Station.
The plough is a favourite spot for a been there photo.
Clarence Reserve
Crossing a creek at the Muzzle Station.
Musterer's hut
Historic musterer's hut at the Mead Stream. John puts his boots on for a walk.
The Muzzle's new farm quarters where we stay for two nights.
The Muzzle's new farm quarters where we stay for two nights.
Tack shed
The tack shed and the Muzzle Station.

Sitting in the cool quiet of the cob musters quarters at the Muzzle homestead is the perfect place to read the book ‘Life on the Muzzle’.  The Authoress of the book Fiona Redfern, known by her family as O, and her husband Guy live and raise their family here, in the heart of the tall and craggy ranges of the Southern Alps of the South Island Their sheep and cattle farm station is one of the most remote in the New Zealand. Isolated and majestic between the rugged seaward and outer Kaikoura ranges, with river crossings by 4WD vehicle and helicopter flights and every day and necessary event.

 

Last night around the big kitchen table I was reminded of my rural childhood when shearing gangs came to visit our home at French Pass in the Marlborough Sounds. Hard working guys and gals line up for tucker and a beer and in no time the yarns start rolling and we all forget the petty troubles of the outside world. We are family. Nola tells how her dress got caught in the workings of a seed driller and the unsympathetic response from her hubby, Guy holds up a toe damaged by a similar incident, we are all in stitches. O calm and serene brings out the apple crumble and real cream, little Arthur her 8 year old son watches from the door wishing he were grown up.

 

Yesterday I discovered a whole new definition of steep, in our trusty Toyota Fortuna we climbed to top of the saddle into the Clarence Reserve. We happily munched on our bacon and egg pie and swigged on soup as we try to take in views to every compass point, spanning from the green flats of the Kaikoura Coast, the sweeping pastures of the Clarence Reserve rimmed by towering mountain ranges and in the distance the magnificence of the Molesworth Station.

 

Touching down into the Clarence Reserve we approached our first river crossing, the Fortuna is fit for purpose, complete with snorkel and our guide Lance Godfrey has forded this river more often than we have had hot dinners. But it was thrilling to see water inching up the door of our vehicle and was a relief to get to the other side. Phew only 17 more crossing to go.

 

Lance, right hand man of the Redferns and Fiona’s parents Colin and Tina, has first hand knowledge of the life here. He   showed us a good swimming hole at the river with nearby trees to escape the heat of midday, and took us to must see places of interest with evocative names like the elephant trap and the 'diamond' mine. We are so lucky to have Lance as our guide with his wide experience, humour and easy going nature.

 

It is impossible to describe the remote beauty of the Muzzle, with its great winding river valley and silent watching mountains towering above. I have been told there is nowhere better to experience this splendid isolation that on our last night at the Ravine hut. The Ravine hut is used by the Redferns and their mustering team for the calf weaning and other horse back musters. But that is tomorrow's adventure.

 

I can hear the throb of helicopter blades, Guy is returning from work, both Guy and O have pilot licences and own a plane which they use for trips to town, even the new ram gets a ride! I go outside. Arthur is running around in oversized boots with the dogs, his little sister trailing behind. O has Muzzle Station beef sizzling on the bar-b-que. This is Life on the Muzzle.

 

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Sharing my home D’Urville Island and French Pass.

Rose Parsons
Reflecting on my brother Len's memorial.
The cottage at Patuki where my grandfather and uncles once lived.
The cottage at Patuki where my grandfather and uncles once lived.
Blue cod fishing at it's old fashioned best.
Blue cod fishing at it's old fashioned best.

Rose Parsons (nee Leov-Wells ) writes of her love of Rangitoto Ki Te Tonga – D’Urville Island and her surprise to find herself centre stage, sharing her families stories as she tour guides small groups at her ancestral home. D’Urville Island is a remote outlying island in the Marlborough Sounds at the top of the South Island of New Zealand.

If someone had told me I would be guiding tours on my home turf, ‘down the Sounds’ as we local call it, chatting with mates from primary school and telling the tales of my ancestors to all and sundry, I would have said you’ve slipped your mooring!

To me it was just ‘the island’ a misty far off land which a saw from my parent’s bedroom window, a mysterious place I thought was Africa, until I was put right. But it is more like Greece today as our trusty launch Te Amuti ferries us around the very seascape of my girlhood. Bill Webber, a fourth generation Kaumatua (respected elder in Maori), lifelong friend of my parents, neighbour and successful ex farmer is the skipper, he manoeuvres us with experience thorough what we call the Paddock Rocks.  Most likely of volcanic origin and remnant of a past crater, the Paddock Rocks have always conjured up for me the Greek Isles, especially on a good day. As we round the reef we see the green gentle slopes of Ohana (Maori for Hosanna). This is my ancestral land, my great grandfathers brothers leased the land from the Maori owners for sheep and cattle farming.

Here is the reminder of a childhood ghost story. The nearby island of Hautai which is passable only at low tide is Tapu (sacred). It is the burial island of the early Ngati Koata (local Iwi, local Tribe). Some young European men staying at a hut near the island got spooked one night as they thought they heard ghostly voices coming from across the water, in the morning they found a beer bottle in the grass. Wind blowing across it was their ghost spectra. As children we would never dream off setting foot on Hautai out of humble respect, mixed with a healthy dose of fear.