Anyway we found our spot, borrowed a spade from a lovely American lady called LInda who was slowly looking like a poached lobster but claimed the water was perfect for her arthritis – probably because she no longer had any nerve endings functioning anymore from the frazzling heat. We settle in our pool like wallowing hippos jostling for position with little Myles taking it all in his stride with the occasional mouthful of sand and head ‘dip’? into the water (who knows why he does this?) we sat and gently warmed – with a little digging of heels into the pool every 10 mins or so to bring more hot water to the surface we were happy with our efforts. Once nicely toasted we decide to head to Tiarua and get a well earned fish and chip late lunch.