Travel is restricted at present.
I am trying to stay as warm as possible, so I have been jumping into the car with the heater turned up, and going to places that involve minimal walking and maximum wrapping. Yesterday’s journey was to the lagoon near the boating club in Wellington City. As I walked through the gates, I noticed that two of the Bluebridge ferries were in port together, gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The Interisland line did themselves no favours when they chose white hulls for their fleet. With ever-present rust streaks, they look shabby by comparison.
Around the lagoon, I encountered one of the many literary quotes cast in concrete as art works that adorn the area. This one seems to have been a little vandalised, but is still readable and fits nicely with my own feelings for our lovely city.
By now the sun was receding towards the Western skyline (where else?) and the temperature was dropping.
Nevertheless, the odd shaft of light still crept through and illuminated a corner of Tanya Ashken’s much loved “Albatross” sculpture/fountain
Time to head home, and as I passed the old floating crane, Hikitia, its two sturdy cast iron anchors looked worthy of a shot.
That’s another day done.