Yesterday we had one of those moments. Where we’d gone out for a nice walk along the banks of the Silverstream near Mosgiel and on the way back one of us spied a hill and suggested that we should go for a walk up that as well. I called her bluff and agreed and then she called my bluff and soon we were getting a bit more clothing and some food and driving off towards Flagstaff. Flagstaff is a hill of 600 m. or so, overlooking Dunedin with great views south and west and east. We can see it from our motorhome any time it is not up in the clouds.
There is a car park well up the hill which saves on a lot of the climbing. Soon enough we were there and off walking; before anyone could back down.
Not a lot later (about 25 minutes) we were at the high point enjoying the view and crackers and cheese on a nice bench seat overlooking the city. This was one time we remembered the binoculars so we played spot-the-landmark around the city.
The weather was looking and feeling like rain was coming so we reluctantly packed up and headed back the way we had come.
The rain held off until after we were back at the car and on our way home. It turned out to be a good way to make the most of the day. It is a wonderful viewpoint, for not a lot of effort.