The persnickety weather is up to its old tricks. Some summer weekends are glorious and sunny. Some have this pretense of warmth and light, but unleash a torrent of wind and rain once you’ve ventured away from shelter. Most are gray. Basically, Dunedin weather is Seattle minus the Ozone (I recommend bathing in sunscreen before stepping outside). Anyway, I have some friends who refused to let their weekend be dictated by the weather. It pays to have friends with this attitude. It also pays to have friends who own a car. We decided, “Forget the weather. We’re going to the beach!” This could have been the beginning of a very unfortunate tale, but luckily ours had a happy ending. I was able to drive with a lovely bunch of Kiwis to the breathtaking Tunnel Beach.
I actually preferred going on an overcast day; the mist gave the beach a very “Heaven on Earth” kinda feel.
We walked down a trail (the walk back is a killer workout) and up a surprisingly steep rock hill overlooking the sea.
In general Kiwi security fashion, a lack of fencing on this outcropping meant that you could enjoy an uninterrupted view of nature whilst plunging to your watery death. Actually, I’m sure all people who exercise caution are fine (as is true in many life situations), but I’m just so used to having my hand held in America and to seeing barriers on a majority of nature walks. Still, if you want to visit this beach (and you should- it’s beautiful), best leave your adventurous toddlers and one-legged friends at home.
The mossy/grassy covering on the rock made for comfortable and squishy sitting fodder.
The beach is called Tunnel Beach because… well, you’ll see. And yes, I went swimming in the chilly sea. And body-surfing.
There is light at the end of the tunnel. Keep going towards it.