Wellington

What a spectactular city!

Wallace and Margot took us on a night tour of the city and high up Mt. Victoria. The view from the top was more beautiful than Hong Kong at night, and that was pretty special.

Wellington at night shimmers, with a necklace of amber pearls ringing her harbour. From the peak of Mt. Victoria, the harbour creates an almost complete circle. It looks stunning. The sky was virtually clear, but alas, the southern cross was hidden by some cloud. There's still time!

Wallace and Margot welcomed us with a pre-dinner drink and bread and dip, which we enjoyed in their private garden. It is completely sheltered from their neighbours by mature trees and abundant flowers and shrubs fill in the rest. There's even a little hidey-hole when you follow a secret path where the 2 grandchildren enjoy their tea.

Wellington is windy, so it's not humid here. The roses are still blooming because we're just coming to the end of their summer, and as I write, I see fat bumblebees humming in the flowrwing shrubs outside.

Hans is golfing with some friends of Wallace's this morning, and Margot and I will be off shortly to the Botanical Gardens. Tonight, some Rotary friends of theirs will join us for dinner.

It's going to be another great day!

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Anonymous said…
Hi, were having another blast of winter! A few inches of snow and below zero daytime highs. I hope your enjoying the sunshine!
Vanessa
10:19 AM
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