This morning, on the sparkling blue sea in front of the gym, there were motorboats and jet-skis, and kids in a rubber dinghy being towed behind. The doors of the gym were wide open, and the breeze was still cool enough to provide some relief during my tough (for me at least) workout.
One of my favourite cafés, where I had been intending to stop for a coffee, was surrounded by multiple fire engines when I drove past this morning, meaning I had to change my coffee plans, and may need to for days to come.
So I went straight to Fidel’s, where I was meeting a friend for lunch in an hour or so, and enjoyed a flat white outside in the courtyard, using the time to begin preparations for some interviews I will be conducting over the next month or so.
Then, when I met my friend for lunch, she showed me a photo on her phone of her son standing on the harbour paddle boarding, commenting along the lines of “you can’t beat Wellington on a good day.”
She also had some wise advice based on recent happenings, including a) when tramping (hiking) in the bush (forest), never perform ablutions at night near a sheer cliff, when at best you’ll smash your ankle and at worst you could lose your life, and b) take a few seconds when crossing the road to check the bus, that appears to be slowing down, is not in fact speeding up to beat the red light.
It’s a gorgeous day, and too hot to cook, so I’ve decided that tonight we’re going to have a mixed platter of cheese and smoked salmon and paté and aubergine dip and salad ingredients for dinner, which will be washed down with some sauvignon blanc, or perhaps a rosé.
So I guess I’d better go and put the wine in the fridge.