We stayed in our cafe, shop, appartment place a little un relaxingly as after an evening walk to the local river Robin and I had convinced ourselves that this might be a 'wolfs creak' town and our ment to be accommodation was actually a plan to trap us! (I know I know but you never know!!) the minute towns houses where all slightly weathered and eerie with (this was the deal sealer) tons of old cars everywhere all rusty, broken for parts and abandoned from their murdered owners!!! So after a bit so great sleep with the door barricaded we go up and left out super friendly hosts who had advised us to do the costal drive from Westport to Greymouth. So that's what we did! We've taken to stopping in every town to check out there charity shops, mainly for cds for the car but we found a great one in Westport where everything was $1 (60p) so got a couple of new clothes and headed down the costal road which was cut into the mountains hugging its side. The views where incredible and this route is one of the top ten costal drives in the world and it doesn't disappoint. We stopped off a a deserted beach for a picnic, the kids played in a stream that joined the sea and I collected shells. There are so many moments on this trip like this one that really are amazing. Back in the car we headed to Pancake rock, initially we were quite underwhelmed by it but as the walk around the cliffs continued we realised again one of natures mysteries and beauties lived here. The kids really are learning to appreciate a view, take in what their seeing and both often commenting of something amazing they can see. We hit Greymouth and to the kids happiness there was a playground in our motel. I did a wash whilst Robin and the kids played. After a better nights sleep we hit the road again to St Arnuds, still stopping at charity shops and every playground we could spot. St Arnuds is again a tichy town as most of them are, with one shop, motels and a fire station. At the end of our motel is a path that follows along side a river. We where told at the end was Nelsons lake so we went to check it out. The walk was fun and full of fairy like settings that made us feel we were on a real adventure. I'm not sure what I pictured when I thought of a lake but as we walked out into a clearing we caught a glance of the humongous lake. Walking around the trees to get to it we all basked in its greatness. Again the views where stunning (I feel like I say this a lot but they really are) There was a swimming platform 20 meters out, Robin stripped down and went for it us all cheering with encouragement but feeling cold watching him. Victoriously he reached it and stood up waving with joy. Louis Armstrong got it right "and I say to myself, what a wonderful world"