Occasionally I lock myself in.
Last night, I locked myself out, but that’s a different story. I meant that my biases and preferences keep taking me back to the same places. An upcoming trip to Brisbane may alter that. I usually head for the water or look for birds. I did both yesterday with mediocre results, so I went a little further than usual to the Ngati Toa domain at Paremata. There I saw the remains of a fort built in 1847 by the British army who were expecting reprisals from the Ngati Toa people as a result of dubious land purchases and some brutal treatment by the British. I am reminded how young this country is when I realise that this is one of the oldest surviving structures in the region.
Apparently the rocks were brought across from the other side of the harbour, and shells from the local beach were used as a source of lime mortar, and this was apparently a mistake., though these remains are getting up to 170 years old.
In the evening it was a Camera club night. Having locked myself and our equipment out of the storage cupboard at the end of the session, I loaded it all in my car and set off towards home. On the way I past a lighting shop and liked the window display which is much less impressive by day.
This prompted me to detour though the almost totally deserted streets of Lower Hutt. Since it was not yet 10 pm, the emptiness tends to conform the Hutt region as a dormitory suburb. There were patrons in a couple of the pubs, but things were very quiet.
Looking South down High Street towards the Ewen Bridge (the blue light in the centre is one of the street lights on the bridge), I noticed again some signs indicating empty shops for sale. Malls tend to kill ordinary shopping precincts.
That’s all for today.