After our first night of 'freedom camping' (in a lay-by round the coast from Wellington famed for its Little Blue penguins) we checked-in for our ferry across Cook Strait, to South Island. The boat must once have served a Cross-Channel route because it was once named "Pride of Cherbourg". It was a spectacular 3-hour 92 km crossing, especially when we entered the narrow Marlborough Straits. Here it was that Captain Cook based himself on his various New Zealand explorations before claiming the land for Great Britain. How splendid! Picton is the small town on the South Island where the ferry docks. We drove a few miles round the coast to a lovely campsite at Aussie Bay where Freda and Edie played with the ducks, collected crabs and swung on a swing. Rain in the night.