Still running a day behind in posting.
This blog relates to Saturday 5th of April. In the morning I went with our eldest son, David to a model show in Upper Hutt. David is an avid, and in my admittedly biased opinion, expert model maker. He discovered that he would be in Wellington at the same time as the local exhibition, so naturally enough, he brought a model over from Brisbane to enter into the competition. His Messerschmitt Bf109K4 is shown here, sitting on the table at the exhibition. If it looks scruffy, it is because part of the modeller’s art is to make the model look like the real thing as it appeared in the field, complete with chips, scratches, oil leaks, exhaust stains, wear and tear and general weathering. He got a third place for this.
This was a reasonably large exhibition as these things go and as I understand it was well patronised and well-organized.
In the evening, as an ongoing part of the celebrations sneakily organized by Mary, the whole family and some close friends gathered for dinner at Eastbourne. The day had been nearly perfect, and the evening was pleasantly warm and bright, and was the last day before we put our clocks back an hour to NZ Standard time. People were out and about enjoying themselves.
It seems there is no limit to my wife’s sneakiness, because she had even arranged a photographer to come and do some family photographs before dinner. For the second time in the history of the blog, I include some pictures taken by others. Mary and I are seen here with our five children.
My friend and fellow camera club member, Phil, did a good job organizing and marshalling the whole tribe, and after each formal set, said “now talk to each other”. Here you see all eighteen of us together. It seems just a few days ago that the youngest grandchild, Grace was a baby … look at her now … and those other lovely children who are a total delight to me. No wonder I am reminded of Tevye’s song “… when did she get to be a beauty? When did he get to be so tall?”*
The chosen venue, the Cobar Restaurant has long been a favourite of mine and I heartily commend it to anyone who can get to that side of the harbour. The food is great, they have some very nice wines and a lovely situation on the seashore.
It was a very happy occasion and concluded as birthday celebrations often do with a cake, and the candles should dispel any remaining mystery.
That’s enough for now.
*from “Sunrise, sunset” lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, from “Fiddler on the Roof”