Navigation Marks, GPS and the Wisdom of Wives
The Wairoa River is a narrow muddy creek filled with cow piss and estuary water. It meanders its way from the bottom of the Hunua Hills, past Clevedon and onward to the sea picking up mud, cowshit, and a not entirely savoury smell as it goes. The river squeezes out, like molten toothpaste in the words of Neil Finn, pushing through a typical inner harbour mud and sand bar before finally relaxing and fanning out into the Waitemata.
It would be SO's home at Brooklands Boating Club about 1.5km from the river mouth. Hell of a change for a y