Friday 21st November. As anticipated today has been a bit of an anticlimax after the adrennalin rush of yesterday but none the less well worth while. The decision to take a coach toMilford Sound was a good move because the road in and out is over mountains and through a tunnel which causes Marilyn to bury her head in my lap a bit like Muffin hiding in the wardrobeon Narrow Boat Leo when she is frightened. We are getting a little OD'd on views but the 2 hour boat trip on the sound is good. Weather fine but windy. The boat is not too big and is able to get close in the sides of the fiord under the waterfalls. There is even a waterfall that is so high that sometimes the water doesn't reach the sea because the wind blows it up and away as spray. See penguins and fur seals but no dolphins. It's a bit lumpy at the mouth of the sound so the cruise out into the Tasman sea is curtailed. Instead we do a tour of the fishing fleet that works out of the sound (no fishing allowed in the sound itself) and they land a prodigious weight of crayfisk most of which is exported.