Day 4: Dunedin
Started on the Otago Peninsula again with a long and winding drive to Sandymount Reserve. I had thought it would be deserted, but the car park was already filling up with visitors. Some of these had hi-vis vests with lettering on the back, so I suspect they were volunteers concerned with the penguin program. I began by toiling up the nearby hill for spectacular views of the peninsula, particularly the other side that I don't see from where I am staying. Then I set off for Sandfly Beach. The wind was relentless, so if there are any sandflies there they must behiding under cover and hugging the ground. It was mostly a downhill walk, but it became quite sandy, and I stopped before I got to the beach itself for fear of getting lost among the deserted sand dunes. I had assumed I could follow my footsteps back, but even after twenty minutes the wind was blurring them out, and by the time I toiled up the hill and got back it was as if I had never been. By the time I did all that and also