Britz at the Beach, Whangamata.
October 24th - 27th 2014. We had been planning to attend this event for a while, but in the end were going to flag it, as Dale had been made redundant in May,

and we were being a little careful with our spending as suitable jobs were a bit thin on the ground in this area.

On the Thursday morning (23rd) as I was leaving for work we decided "bugger it" lets just go.
The weather forecast for the weekend was not good,

but we planned on enjoying it anyway.

We had been in communication with Bantam, and he had been working hard to get camp-able, as he was planning on this being his first trip, so we thought we would surprise him.
While I was at work

Dale got busy and loaded up the camper, booked a camp site, arranged for us to drop the dogs with her parents for the weekend and had everything ready to just hook on and leave when I got home
We headed off to Auckland that night, which would save us a couple of hours travelling the next day. We were towing with the old green Capri again, as I still hadn't fixed the red one.

We caught up to this one on the Auckland motorway.
We arrived in Thames in time for lunch and the main street was lined with British cars. There were Union Jacks flying and the shop windows were decorated with British memorabilia. We parked and headed off to find somewhere for lunch, just as one of the many rain showers started.

We found Bantam parked down the road and had a quick catch up.
The plan was, later in the afternoon, for the cars to travel in convoy to Whangamata, where the weekends events were to be based. It is a hilly and twisty road, so we left early as I didn't want to be travelling that road in a parade of 200-300 odd cars, as there was the likelihood of over heating.


We set up camp between the showers and got the gazebo well tied down for the strong winds that were expected. Bantam ended up parked next door but one, so you might say that New Zealand has had its first gathering

We went off to the event HQ to register, and caught up with our Capri Club friends.
Saturday
It had been a pretty stormy night but we were dry and all in one piece in the morning.
We headed off to a big park to prepare for the parade through town. Our entry number was 520 (something) and there had been more enter after that, which made for an amazing parade and display.


More rain in the backgroung as we looked around the cars, then would make a mad dash to shelter in the car as the wind and rain belted past.

The markets were there with food stalls selling things like Yorkshire puddings, pork pies, and Cornish Pasties.
And entertainment including Morris Dancing.


In the afternoon we all drove over to Tairua, with some of the people taking part in a Tombola (whatever that is)?

This Wolseley 18/85 took top prize at the display on Saturday.

Saturday night they put on a drive in movie. This was quite entertaining as the rain showers continued passing over, and then the sound got well out of sync with the pictures.
Sunday morning, we packed up and took our tear drops down to the park for the final event.



This was the oldest car there, a 1913 Humber, with probably one of the oldest drivers as well.
Behind it is one of the last Humbers built, a Supersnipe from about 1966.

The event today was a bonnets (hoods) up display, and the sports bodied Mini below took the prize.


Again we had lots of people wanting to know all about the teardrop and you never know, it may have given some of them the idea that they could build one of their own.
