Nothing seems to change here, which is how it should be, says Cate Foster.
For somewhere so close to Auckland, the little coastal township of Leigh retains a curiously untouched air. Somehow, despite the recent brouhaha and development down the road at its near neighbour, Matakana, Leigh stays staunch. Houses are unpretentious and the store still feels like a country dairy. Most of all, the wharf and the steep little road that leads to it doesn't feel any different from the ones that I remember from my childhood in the 60s.
So, with a passing friend from London in tow and no more than an afternoon to spend I decided to head north. My friend had expressed a wish to see New Zealand as it used to be and Leigh seemed to fit the bill. Heading north from Auckland was a breeze, thanks to the new tolled motorway.
We hadn't even drawn breath, it seemed, before we were in Warkworth, where we stopped at what has to be my favourite cafe in that part of the world, Chocolate Brown. Perhaps because it's tucked away off the main street this cafe feels like a real local hangout, but whatever it is I always enjoy it and the coffee is real fine (said with a Southern drawl). So too was the grilled vege omelette I had, and my friend from London, where good coffee is still a treat, was blown away.
Back on the road to Leigh we passed the (closed on Sunday) market area in Matakana and marvelled how quickly this has become an established part of the scenery.