Back to earth and home yesterday.
The day was as warm and clear in Wellington as it was in Queenstown, but already I miss those mountains and of course, our grandchildren. The day began, as the previous one had, with a hot air balloon passing low and slowly over the house. There was scarcely any wind to achieve forward motion so the pilot had to experiment with height changes to seek out the currents that would take him to a landing site.
Back in Wellington, it was camera club night, and I had arranged a walkabout in Petone. Members were offered the choice of going down to the shore, or through the character-filled back streets of Petone. I chose the latter.
There are a lot of churches in Petone, some of which have more architectural merit than others. The warm light of the setting sun helped a lot.
That’s all for today.