My wandering took me up the hill to the Kelburn campus of Victoria University of Wellington.
It is likely that the passing of my friend Gary was the subconscious cause. I have not a single regret about retirement, but on the other hand, I have some memories of happy times with some good people. And of course, there were people who were total nightmares, but time draws a veil across them. I started at the Easterfield building where my last Kelburn office was located.
Behind the Easterfield building, there used to be “The Quad”. Despite its famous architect, it was a windswept grey concrete wasteland worthy of the most totalitarian regimes. It was a place where the smokers used to gather, so it, and all the doorways leading from it smelled like ashtrays. It was bleak, but the food kiosk in the corner had a steady clientele. Most people crossed the Quad as quickly as possible except when there was an event on. Now known as “The Hub”, the space is enclosed, well lit, warm, colourful and has become a place where a lot of serious study occurs. There are meeting rooms around its edges and on the upper floor. There is still a multi-level terrace as there was in the old Quad, but this is cushioned by bright soft cushions. This view of the space is from the first floor elevator lobby in Easterfield building. I think the column at the left is approximately where the kiosk used to be.
I went outside and stood on the access ramp to the Old Kirk building and looked back to the Rankine-Brown (library) building and the exterior of the Hub is the black building to the right. Easterfield would be to the right of that again.
Following the road behind the library, between the Cotton Building and the recreation Centre brings you to the staff carpark from which are some great views over the inner city and harbour.
Many more shots were taken but the last one I shall use today is of the “Cotton Street” … perhaps the least changed of the places I wandered. Admittedly the occupants of some of the rooms have changed, and the somewhat geometric bay window meeting space known as “the Octagon” has gone.
Apologies for the self-indulgence and the somewhat mixed memories.