Racing in Raglan

Hit the road to the tunes of our road trip song:  Don't Worry About It, and had a good trip down to Raglan.
Campsite was on the edge of the waterway near a runway for a (not frequently used) airfield.
To the delight of PB, they had a jumping pillow!  Winning.  He managed to face plant a couple of times into the black sand around the edge of it, but didn't seem too concerned!
We let DH have his afternoon nap and headed out for a bike ride round the camp.  Found the track to the beach AND a cool BMX track! (Had to race back and tell Dad, of course!  Then race Dad, while shouting, "Come on, Mum!")
Rode across the bridge into town and watched the local kids playing in the water and diving off the bridge and jetty.
Played on the surfboard in the playground, to make the trip a bit more authentic.  (Raglan having on of the best left hand break around, after all...)