Baking smells remind me that Christmas is near.
Mary makes the very best shortbread I have ever had, though I should avoid such things. Christmas does allow for a small breach of the rules though. There they were, sitting on the rack cooling. If I can’t eat them (yet) I can at least make a picture.
After a shortbread-free lunch I went into town where I noticed that someone has tripped the magic switch that makes the pohutukawa trees all burst into bloom at once. These were on Oriental Parade.
In one of the little bays with Evans Bay, there is a pedestrian path that zigzags up the hill to Te Anau Road. I have often wondered how to make a picture of it. I have the dreadful suspicion that I shall have to walk up there to do it properly. For now, the view from the bottom is all I have.
As I turned around I spotted a few white-fronted terns. A closer look through the long lens revealed that the water was alive with schooling fish and this was their equivalent of the office Christmas party.
So ends the summer solstice and as yet n serious sign of summer.