View from my tent on Wednesday evening, after working all day.

Darcy’s ostentatious mansion of a tent – and cooking the chips.

My humble tent.

We used the quad to move beehives across the swing bridge and up the track.

We left the quad parked there in the middle of Whangamonoa Road overnight… it wasn’t exactly in the way.

Through the evening you kept hearing chunks of that cliff coming off and sliding into the river.

I went for a walk after dinner. From here I couldn’t hear Darcy snoring. It stays light really late down there.

Looking out my tent at 8:00 on Thursday morning. We’d come back for breakfast after a couple of hours of moving beehives.