It took us a fairly long time to do the climb, because there was no proper road, only a rough track.
It was lovely, though, when we got up; we had a splendid view down the gully, and the air was so much cooler and fresher than it had been at the farm.

We tethered our horses and gathered scrub to make a fire and boil our kettle.

In New Zealand no one thinks of having a meal without drinking tea with it.

We'd the jolliest picnic.

The Higsons were famous for their cakes, and they'd brought plenty with them.