Wanganui

Wanganui Surf Club.

My favourite. Wanganui's first ever club members. A hardy and devoted looking group who I suspect had some fun times. Sadly, I noted on the Club's Roll of Honour that Morry Richardson (top right), lost his life in the Great War.

Days 87 & 88, Feb 22 & 23 2010
Over the next two days I visited the impressive township of Wanganui with its well maintained buildings of the late 1800s and early 1900s fronting the tree lined main streets.

The Opera House, a stunningly grand old lady.

Victoria Street.

A lot to like.

Back at the clubhouse looking over my maps I gained invaluable insights from Phil into the coastline leading most of the way to the northern most tip of New Zealand, whilst also enjoying his conversations and observing the obvious pleasure he gained from the club and its relationship with the ocean.

Training.

I had the absolute pleasure of sharing the clubhouse with Garfield, named after the famous cricketer and his delightful daughter. Garfield saw to it that my every need was attended to even going so far as to cook me dinner. A true gentleman with impeccable manners and proud to demonstrate the very best of traditional Maori hospitality.

Strategy.

Glen, who introduced me to the Club’s President, James and then showed me around town as I attended to the requirements that would put me in good stead for the next stage of my journey.
I was staggered to learn that the Wanganui Surf Club had just celebrated its centenary year just months before and gained great respect and enjoyment from the old black and white photos adorning the walls.

1927-28.

'Ladies' Surf Club... the year 1941, offers a clue.

Nippers!

Look at the guy on the left!

Surf canoe using 'Canadian' style paddles.