Sprayed across the beach and nestled in the cliff just outside the town of Moeraki are big sphere-shaped rocks. The Moeraki Boulders as they are called in the guide book.

You can access the beach via the café on top of the cliff, but at $2 each we opted for the free public car park and a 10-minute walk along the beach to the boulders.

One rock half split open proved entertaining as a young couple took it in turns to perch inside, mimicking a chicken hatching from an egg, while the other took a photo.

From the boulders we drove south to Dunedin, a place where many Scots settled and this certainly shows through in the architecture. Small rows of brick-built terraced houses, stone churches and a cathedral. All this mixed in with traditional New Zealand style houses made of wood with metal roofs.

We strolled around the town, sorry city, and like most New Zealand cities it doesn't take long! They are much smaller than you expect them to be.

The campsite we are staying in is the best so far, 8/10 for both location and facilities on the personal score chart we keep for each place we stay. It's got a table tennis table, which is fun but not after a bottle of wine like last night! Our only saviour was the ball being orange instead of white which made it slightly easier to spot.

While we were eating in the lounge an English guy came in with what looked like his French girlfriend. She sat looking at photos they'd taken on his laptop as he prepared dinner. No, not baked potato and beans or a pizza. He sliced the ciabatta, layed pieces of avocado and saucisson (sausage to you and me) on top and sprinkled with freshly ground pepper. They duly ate that while sipping their French wine. What a ponce!

On an adjacent table two American girls plugged in their lovely Apple Mac laptop and then proceeded to hand write in A4 sized booklets for over an hour.

It's all going on in these campsites, too much fun for us.

As the weather was raining yet again the next day, we decided to visit Larnach Castle, New Zealand's only castle. It's called a castle and looks like a castle but it's not a really one. It was built as a house in 1871 by William Larnach, an Australian. Not a Scottish fellow as we'd expected.

All the guidebooks describe how William shot himself in the Houses of Parliament, but none of them explained the reason. When touring the castle we discovered why - one of his sons was having an affair with his third wife who was 22 years his junior!

I won't bore you with my list of campervan rental companies in this blog, but I do have a new number plate which we spotted in a supermarket car park. It was on a long Toyota 4x4. As we were scrambling around to get the camera, the owners arrived - an elderly guy in a wheelchair and a woman who looked like Les Dawson in drag. Not the type of people you would expect to have the number plate SH4GER!

Katy