My own bed is calling me, but first I have yesterday’s images from Queenstown to deal with.
With Billie at school, and Otis at his pre-school, Mary and I were able to go into town and enjoy lunch with Abbey and Andrew who had been so generous throughout the weekend. Coming in from their home in Lake Hayes Estate, we ducked away from the busy traffic on Frankton Road and climbed up over the hill to descend into the township by a quieter route. This gave the advantage of height. Apologies for the “chocolate-box” image looking out over Kelvin Heights down the Kingston Arm of lake Wakatipu, but clichéd or not, I never tire of this magnificent landscape of ours.
As the owners of a busy restaurant in town Andrew and Abbey had a few things to do before lunch, so I wandered the streets attempting to see Queenstown. It is currently a “shoulder season” where the snow has definitely gone, and the summer peak has yet to arrive. Nevertheless the streets, bars, restaurants and adventure venues were all in full swing.
Speaking of adventure venues, the latest hot attraction is a small boat which takes its passenger for a dolphin-like ride, diving up to a metre below the surface. It has a snorkel that remains above the water to allow the engine to keep running. It looks interesting, but I am not sure I have the courage to try it.
In due course we enjoyed a truly excellent lunch at a new place called “The Public Kitchen and Bar”. The day was absolutely perfect as we ate on the wharf near the steamer Earnslaw. Some clouds appealed to me so here we have a multi-image panorama from the edge of the wharf looking from the old lady of the lake herself around the town basin to the rugged wall of the Remarkables in the distance.
Having noticed a beautiful crop of poppies on the way in, I asked if we might pass them again on the way back so that I could capture their joyful colour.
My photographic day ended with a quick solo trip to Lake Hayes where I was rewarded by a glimpse of the Australasian Crested Grebe.
And so to bed.
* ” … they are not the hills of home” from Scottish Soldier by Andy Stewart