25 degrees, Sunny
Called home after breakfast to be given the very sad news that our lovely Doogie died on the 28th (UK time). Can’t say how upsetting this is for everyone. He appeared to be in good health when we left after a nasty scare in late November, so we were hopeful that he would still be around on our return. Unfortunately he took a turn for the worse and we had to let him go. Devastated that we couldn’t be there with him but thankfully Peter and Dad were. This is how we’ll remember him, mucky and pleased with himself and very chilled
So feeling very low we took the ferry over to Devonport on the other side of the bay to our hotel. Again a very pleasant town with lovely housing and public places but a bit short on things to see! Climbed the North Head lookout point and saw the Disappearing Gun and tunnels (a cannon that recoiled into the ground – never fired in anger though). Not much else to see other than the site where a family were murdered in the late 19th Century and where their murderer was hung – that’s scraping the barrel a bit for a tourist sight.
View of Auckland from Devonport
Spent the rest of the day quietly in our room.