Rolling, hilly back roads eastwards to Hunterville, which is an odd sort of place , a stop basically on highway 1. But it has an amazing looking festival once a year , sort of a fell race with dogs , attracts thousands. We got stuck there for a further day due to a storm – didn’t want to head further into the hills in 90 km gusts  and hail … The storm took the power downy too so we were effectively camping in a cheap motel !