Tomorrow, I am leading a photographic walk around Wellington.
The WorldWide Photowalk is a charity walk organized by the Kelby organization. In over a thousand cities around the world, there are walks taking place with up to 50 people per walk. About 20,000 people are registered for this year’s walk, and as I said, I am leading the Wellington one. I decided I had better reconnoitre the route I had planned to ensure no unexpected obstacles on the day. Backstreets and alleyways offer interesting opportunities.
My walk took me in various lesser travelled streets, one of which is Wigan Street. There I encountered the Havana Restaurant, well known to the young and swiftly moving , but which I have never encountered before. Quite quirky, I thought. Apparently it is part of Wellington’s old Chinatown.
My planned route goes a little way up the slopes of Mt Victoria and then down the steep narrow steps at the end of Prince Street to the waterfront at Oriental Bay and then behind Te Papa to the bar where we shall all socialize at the end.
At home, Mary drew my attention to a pair of kereru sitting on the power pole near our house. I usually avoid wire shots, but they were so big and so close that I succumbed. Then it was time to start drinking the cleansing fluid for the (routine) ugly medical procedure I had to undergo today. Yuk!
I had just drunk the first litre of this vile brew when a neighbour came over and said there was a morepork on the pole outside. The morepork or native owl is very rare in daylight so I went out to look and found something even rarer. This was no morepork. It was a New Zealand Native Falcon or karearea. It was sitting on the same pole where the kereru had been just minutes earlier. What a fantastic visit! I have never seen one on this side of the valley in the 34 years we have lived here. Expert opinion tells me it is a male, perhaps a year old and not yet fully mature. Its position on the power pole was not the best for photography, but what the heck, it’s a karearea, it can sit wherever it likes.
An unexpectedly magical end to an interesting day.
*Walking back to Happiness by J Schroeder and M Hawker, sung by Helen Shapiro