The entire country has had a stretch of good weather, including Wellington, and we’ve been wanting to take advantage of it. So yesterday we headed out for a picnic, and only 15 minutes after leaving home we found the perfect spot – pohutukawa trees provided shelter, the tide was in, and Mr Whippy was parked nearby.
We unpacked the bacon and egg pie, put on our hats, I sprayed on some sun protection, and we enjoyed the sun. We watched paddle-boarders come and go, kayakers, swimmers, and further out on the estuary there were jet-skis and motor-boats. A young fellow explored on his tricycle, his father keeping a cautious eye on him, a single man sat under the tree enjoying his ice-cream, and a large Polynesian family arrived with their picnic, the kids taking straight to the water, the teenager paddling whilst glued to her cellphone. This scene was echoed at hundreds (thousands) of bays and coves all over the city, the region, the country.
This morning, on another beautiful day, I stopped at the Boat Café for a coffee after a physiotherapy treatment and gym workout. Most people may be back at work, but there is still very much a holiday feel to the city; it seemed that half of Wellington had flocked to Oriental Bay, for the sand, the gelato, the blue blue water, and the uncharacteristically warm sun.
Here’s a bonus song for you: