Showing posts with label Martinborough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Martinborough. Show all posts

New Zealand Diary - Martinborough, The Old Manse

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I wanted to take some time to tell you about The Old Manse where we stayed in Martinborough. Our hosts, John and Sandy, were delightful. The house has quite a history. It was built in 1876 and had five rooms and a thatched roof and served as home to 8 ministers over the years. For 28 years it was suitable but when Rev. James McCaw was called to the parish in 1904, it became evident with his large family that the home was not big enough. The Old Manse was enlarged by 1906 to the size it is today.

After 60 years of serving the ministers of the Presbyterian parish, the home was in need of repairs and renovation that were too burdensome for the church. The Old Manse was sold and a new one eventually built on another street nearby. After that, The Old Manse was owned by several families until finally being purchased by John and Sandy in 1999.

When John and Sandy purchased it the home was quite run down. Before and after pictures along with pictures of some of the ministers and their families who lived there are scattered throughout the hall and main area. The before-and-afters are amazing. John and Sandy paid attention to detail and definitely got it right. Even the light switches are period pieces. The only truly modern area is the kitchen but it blends in with all the other Victorian decoration.

When all the work was done, the church gave them permission to call it the Old Manse and they performed not only a Christian blessing but also a Maori blessing upon it. It is a number one rated bed and breakfast in the area.

At six, John and Sandy and a friend, Deb, come in with some refreshments and sit for a bit to visit with us. John tells us a little more about his adventures in restoring the home and shares his anticipation of retiring soon. Sandy shares a little of some of the memories of running the BB and I wondered how they are going to fair when it is over. They seem to truly enjoy the experience of meeting people. I’m sure there’s another side they won’t miss at all.

For us, it is a most enjoyable experience. We have the house to ourselves since John and Sandy live next door and there are no other guests this night. It is however a difficult night as the lovely pleasant breeze that was blowing in the afternoon becomes gale force wind in the night. An awning over the patio area flaps loudly every so often sounding like thunder.

John fixes us a delicious breakfast in the morning. Bob has baked beans with his eggs and I have tasty mushrooms with mine. The coffee is just right and we are set for our journey. I wonder what the day will be like driving to Wellington since the winds are due to continue for a day or two. Perhaps the weathermen don’t get it right all the time here either.


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New Zealand Diary - A Wind Farm, Greytown and Martinborough

Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Mon Logis will be one of the B and Bs we remember for breakfast. Our host is French and once owned a café. His homemade croissants are melt-in-the-mouth good. And he makes a mean omelet. But today we say good bye to the croissants and begin our trip to Martinborough.

There’s not a whole lot on our schedule for today. Just two stops. The first is another farm—a wind farm. We arrive as dark clouds look like they are moving in. There is no lack of wind here and as we exit the car, it buffets us and makes me even more pleased that I got my hair cut short before we left. I’d never get the tangles out of longer hair after this.

The parking lot circles one of the windmills. We had gotten close to a windmill in Australia once but never directly under one. It is amazing. You can hear the blades cut through the air. Nearly 200 years ago scientists discovered that they could generate electricity by moving a magnet inside a coiled wire. While I don’t understand all the science apparently when the turbine’s blades move in the wind, they turn a shaft that connects with a magnetic rotor inside the generator at the top of the windmill. The spinning of the magnets creates electricity.

Each windmill is about 210 feet tall and generates enough electricity to power 900 homes. They need at least 14 kilometer per hour winds to turn the blades and each is capable of swiveling 360 degrees to find the wind direction. This place was chosen for the wind farm because of its constant winds.

The chilled wind chases me back into the car but I get one last shot of a string of windmills that the sun has decided to kiss. Bob joins me shortly. He takes the time to read the signs I’ll read later from the pictures I’ve taken of them.
I don’t remember when the realization struck us but we suddenly realized being Sunday, the library at Greytown probably wasn’t open and that was where we were supposed to get the information for the historical walk on our itinerary. Seeing the time, we decide to make a stop before in Masterton before we reach Greytown and get some lunch. In need of a restroom by that time, we head for the golden arches we see near where we park the car. We wonder if the beef is any better at McD’s. It’s not. But the sauce tastes the same.
On a short stroll through the town to stretch our legs a bit, we find several places we should have eaten instead of indulging in fast food. Offers of homemade soup and some intriguing sandwiches make us promise to check more carefully next time.

Greytown, a little while later, we find is bustling on this Sunday afternoon. With plenty of time left in our day, we stop and check out the information center that is open. They have the same tour that Bob had seen advertised online at the library. Actually there are two self-guided walks you can take. One visits historical buildings and the other historical trees. The lady kindly explains that Greytown played a big part in establishing Arbor Day in New Zealand and some of the trees originally planted are still standing. She mentions Ann Arbor as if it is related somehow and says she has relatives there. We extend our sympathies and try to explain the friendly rivalry between University of Michigan and the Ohio State University. Sort of like comparing the two biggest rugby rivals. She doesn’t quite get it until then.

Tucking the guide maps in a back pocket we decide to just stroll the main street and enjoy the sunny afternoon. The buildings have character and some remind me of old Wild West towns in America. Greytown was settled in 1854 and was a planned community set to become the capital city of the district. Unfortunately severe flooding from the nearby river caused the railroad to make other plans and Greytown became more a place for orchards and market gardens. But it did leave Greytown with lovely Victorian buildings that lent to wonderful renovations in the early 1900s and histories that we enjoy exploring for a while.  
We arrive in Martinborough. It is smaller than I had imagined. We stop by The Old Manse, our bed and breakfast for the night but don’t get an answer to the doorbell. We are a bit early so we drive into town. Town is just a large treed square with a few shops and restaurants surrounding it. Down the main street, are a few more places including a Wine Center that has information about the local wineries. This is a big area for wine making. We visit a few that are still open and stop at one that has a small café and have a snack. We order chips and aioli dip forgetting that chips here means fries. We have had more fries this past week and a half than we would have in a month or more back home. Still, it’s a nice snack, a lovely place to sit overlooking the grape vineyards and taking in the fresh breeze.

Little did we know that fresh afternoon breeze would turn into gale force winds by the evening.

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