My car was back in the shop yesterday.
Something was not installed correctly last visit, so that they had to remove and reinstall the rear bumper. This would take an hour, so I wandered around the back streets of Lower Hutt. I crossed the river at Melling and went Eastward towards the Hospital.
This area seems to be where light industry and housing mingle, but despite the industrial tinge, there are plentiful gardens and spring is lingering in places.
As I was getting near the end of Bristol Square, I heard a persistent tui sitting in a flowering tree. Unusually, it seem unperturbed by my presence and was more interested in its song than the plentiful nectar. With only the standard lens I counted myself lucky to have got this close.
After a coffee with my son, Anthony who was on rostered days off, I collected the car and went into town where I collected some prints. I had lunch with a friend from the university and was on my way home again when this beauty pulled up beside me at the lights. I was stationary when I took this picture. The Morgan Plus 8 is a wondrous beast, probably the last authentic descendant of a long line of sports cars. How nice it looked in British Racing Green, and oh, those wire wheels!.
That’s all for now.