Danielle Wright takes a bike ride down memory lane, peddling past quaint caravans and kitsch holiday homes in Orewa.
Although it's done up in its Sunday Best for the RWC, with an international feel to the main centre, Orewa retains its old-fashioned beach holiday feel. I can almost smell the hot-dogs on sticks being given out by my grandparents as we sat around in togs on summer holidays; holidays where a bike ride around the streets on a glittery yellow banana-seat bike was the most fun thing to do.
These days, my more mature mountain bike sits unloved in the garage, crammed in behind the tricycles and scooters, and a large plastic Thomas the Tank Engine ride-on. Rather than wrestle it out, we decide to pick up rental bikes at BikeME in Orewa village. It's a much more civilised option.
We're given a family bike with a kid's trailer, a kind of tent on wheels, attached behind it. It's a bit of a shaky start as I get used to riding through narrow spaces while looking behind me to check my wriggly two-year-old is okay. I needn't worry; she's fine and doesn't even protest as we cruise past three playgrounds along the beachfront.
We cross a busy road to reach the new Te Ara Tahuna cycleway which lets us pedal around mostly sealed tracks and across five bridges to circle the Orewa Estuary and Crocodile Island, now planted with native trees. While it's a designated cycleway, the trend for social walkers to chat in a wide line causes a few barriers and with a trailer on the back, it's impossible to ride around them, so, with no bell or horn, I revert to the old-fashioned: "beep, beep, excuse me!" approach.