From Junction to Jackson
We were both off work, both restless following lockdown and Billie’s Falcon had a full tank of gas. With a perfect weather window that stretched the entire West Coast, there was certainly scope to blow off some cobwebs. So we packed a change of clothes, and set off from Blackball, course due south.
Kumara Junction, 25 kilometres south of Greymouth, marks the beginning of the Glacier Highway. We swing west but don’t get far before we pull into Needful Things, a quirky treasure trove of retro, its entrance marked by a blue Morris Minor. Inside, the store is brimming a cornucopia of antiques, books, clothing and curios. With no EFTPOS available, I hand over five dollars for a 1975 pressing of Fred Dagg’s Greatest Hits, and then scrounge another $10 for a small Crown Lynn swan. Owner/operator Jackie Hill is a great conversationalist, a native of Lancashire and generous to a fault.