Yesterday was a “follow your nose” day.
I got into the car and went towards the city. On Jervois Quay, I saw from the corner of my eye, that the ice-skating rink is back at Queens Wharf. After navigating the one-way streets I found a park on Harris Street and crossed the busy traffic on the Quay.
Eventually I got to the rink. I had to laugh at the tiny rink, the only ice in Wellington, outside of a refrigerator, and compared it with descriptions from my friend who lives on the shores of lake Huron and speaks of solid ice as far as the eye can see. The equipment seemed to be really struggling to freeze the surface as skaters were leaving wakes behind them in the excess water on th rink. A pair of assistants were skating about with big rubber squeegees trying to push the unwanted water through the drain holes at the sides. Despite its shortcomings, the rink was giving its customers some fun.
Walking back towards the car, I found a viewpoint that included all four of Wellington’s tugs. I haven’t seen the two older ones Toia and Ngahue move in quite a while. The building behind them is the Wellington headquarters of the Bank of New Zealand. It suffered damage to ceilings and other suspended fittings in last year’s earthquakes, though the main structure is sound. It is only just coming back into service.
Further along the walkway, I had a good view of one of the Helipro helicopters coming in from a joyride. If my life absolutely depended on it, I might get into a Robinson, Because they are relatively cheap, they are in widespread use, and they seem to get pushed beyond their design limits by some operators.
Something different tomorrow.