Scout January 2021

Right now New Zealand’s most spirited writers – and travellers – are scouring the hills, valleys and high streets to revisit old favourites, unearth secret treasures and explore hidden depths. Whether it’s a jaw-dropping vista, a 24-hour guide, a hometown happy place, some foodie fun, a helpful hack or a secret tip, it’s coming alive on the pages of Scout. No matter if you're parked in your armchair, navigating the web or packing your bags, Scout will take you there.

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12 Números

en este número

2 min.
time to fly the coop – or not!

Scout might be a travel magazine, but I barely needed to get out of my pyjamas (admittedly, a common occurrence) for our cover story, because I live at Muriwai Beach. Forty minutes from Auckland’s CBD on the wild west coast, our house sits on a ridge looking out over the Tasman Sea. Sometimes it’s a millpond, sometimes a boiling cauldron and sometimes you can’t see it at all for the pea-soup mist or torrential rain. We have a cabbage tree out the front, which in the fiercest of westerlies – of which there is no shortage – leans in and tries to touch the deck. Yep, the place has weather. But that’s what makes it interesting. And that’s not all. In the interests of digging deeper into my own backyard (thank…

8 min.
dammit, gannet… …i love you

Once upon a time, when people moved freely throughout the world, bird lovers would jet into Auckland and head straight to Muriwai Beach, just 40 minutes west of the CBD. They would make their way past the surfers running down to Maukatia Bay, barely noticing the paragliders leaping off the nearby cliff or the families picnicking on the grass looking out over the Tasman Sea. Instead, they’d head straight up through the pōhutukawa trees to Otakamiro Point, a windswept headland next to a precariously stacked rock pillar. There they’d find a 2000-strong colony of gannets (tākapu) – stunning-looking sea birds that can mesmerise even the ho-hummiest of nature lovers. I know – I used to be one. Fourteen years ago we built a house at Muriwai Beach, on the ridge overlooking the sea.…

1 min.
enjoy a classic kiwi summer with scout.

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8 min.
a rose-tinted roadie

Taranaki is a destination you choose to go to, rather than somewhere you pass through on the way to somewhere else. Back in the day, there had to be a good reason to make the special trip. My parents chose New Plymouth for their honeymoon because neither of them had ever been there before and they’d heard there were excellent golf courses. They set off with their clubs in the boot of the Humber Hawk –Mum was keen to visit Pukekura Park and a few gardens, while Hawke’s Bay-born Dad wanted to have a close-up look at that mountain to see what all the fuss was about. It’s still all about the maunga, the usually snow-capped cone, dominating and defining the landscape wherever you happen to be in Taranaki. Recently, my husband,…

1 min.
hidden gem

Keep walking west, past the restaurants and bars of Auckland’s Wynyard Quarter, the kids’ play area and the lookout gantry, and you’ll usually find yourself staring at a Picton ferrysized super yacht moored at Silo Marina. All super yachts look the same to me – like someone didn’t know what to do with all their gazillions – although of course if they invited me aboard I’d eat the caviar and drink the champagne with good grace. However, turn away from these eye-catching expressions of eye-watering wealth and you will be treated to quite the opposite: Heritage Landing, home to 14 lovingly restored classic Kiwi yachts. Th ese perfectly craft ed reminders of how it used to be done do not all look the same, and each comes with its own…

6 min.
my happy place

It was the summer of ’68. I was 16. The sand was hot and golden, the days long and shimmery. It was the holiday that memories are made of. A rite of passage with my schoolmates. A time of bronzed bodies, boys and no responsibilities. It would be another decade before I would return to the Coromandel’s Front Beach. In the intervening years, study, travel, marriage and babies took precedence. And then, in the middle of one of Auckland’s wettest, dreariest winters, I stumbled on a brochure advertising getaways to Flaxmill Bay. The old farm in the bay had converted its stables and tack room into motel units. Little did I realise that Flaxmill Bay is right next door to Front Beach. It’s an easy walk at low tide around the…