I know I am in trouble when I set out to take a picture but have no idea where, or of what.
The technique of following your nose can lead to mediocrity. Nevertheless I set out in the direction that the front of my car was pointing. That took me through the Mangaroa Valley and over the hill into Upper Hutt. An old military storage establishment is quietly decaying in the midst of the rural lifestyle blocks.
Over the ridge to Upper Hutt, and below me, the train from Masterton is bound for Wellington, having just passed through Maymorn.
Mindful of the dictum to look around, I spotted a small blue flower which I take to be a bluebell.
In Upper Hutt township, there is a traffic roundabout at the Northern end of the main street. In the centre of the island there is a large bronze sculpture, a stylised representation of a kereru sitting on a ring. The symbolism eludes me, but the sculpture is surrounded by tulips, poppies and other perennials nearing the end of their flowering season.
That’s all for now