This and the next few days are likely to be more terse than usual.
Already, I am late in posting this edition. A scheduled lunch with a friend took me into the city on Wednesday. Some restaurants that are normally busy at this time were not faring well as their outdoor spaces were uninhabitable.
Despite the rain, there were people following the advice of the Water Rat to Mole “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”*
There were bigger boats nearby, but few with a history as colourful as that of the preserved floating crane, Hikitia. Incredibly, when it sailed from Scotland to Wellington under its own steam in 1926, it did so for the entire voyage, with its jib erect as seen here.
But I was here for lunch. There can be few Western cities that don’t have at least one Irish Pub. The one we chose had gone downhill considerably since our last visit several years ago. By way of consolation, I grabbed a shot of some of the contrasting architecture nearby. These buildings are in Lower Taranaki Street.
That’s all this time.
* Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame