In Wellington, everything depends on the wind. People paddle in the bays near the coast, while sail boats catch the breezes further out. A lighthouse stands guard at Pencarrow - the first lighthouse in New Zealand. The way the winds swirl around that harbour, it is an absolute necessity.
You can find shelter if you know where to look. The path over the hill to Breaker Bay and Pass of Branda is fragrant and lined with fennel.
Meanwhile, on Seatoun Beach, the kite surfers are using the wind to their advantage.
At a barbecue re-union for a play I was in last year, the director is still in charge. Phil Mann keeps the sausages and the chicken kebabs sizzling.
Athough this one was a lot of fun, I'm not actually that big of a fan of barbecues in general. It would seem I'm not the only one...
'Above all things, avoid vagueness'
3 days ago