I went down to Wellington’s spectacular waterfront today to have in ice-cream. Being a diabetic, ice-creams are not recommended. However, having decided to treat myself to one (why not?) – it had to be the best on offer. If you’re going to sin, you might as well sin in style! An ice-cream from Kaffee Eis – plum to be exact. And it was worth every loving lick!
To compensate, I went extended my walk.
Photographed at lunchtime today – just one of the many people enjoying a brilliant summer’s day on the Wellington waterfront.
In New Zealand, the red blooms of the Pohutukawa tree herald the arrival of summer. The theory goes, that the early the flowering, the longer the summer.
This summer the Pohutukawa flowers have been spectacular. So has the summer – intermittently
I took this photograph while climbing to the summit of Mount Maunganui (on the Coromandel Peninsula) early in the morning on New Year’s Day. I was not alone; many other walkers and runners started the year with the same good intention.
I loved our few days spent in Mount Maunganui. Great beaches, great surf, great food -surrounded by beauty. Hidden by the tree on the right hand corner of this image is Tauranga. Mount Maunganui Beach is to the extreme left, with Pilot Beach (lined by Norfolk Pines) is centre.
Pohutukawa blooms below.
New Zealand native Pohutukawa … our Christmas flower
Beyond the footprints on Matarangi Beach – early morning
In this topic, I feel spoiled for choice, so I may just have to post a daily photograph.
This photograph was taken on Matarangi Beach, which is on the Coromandel Peninsula – North Island, New Zealand. I was blown away by the beauty. Early morning walks were my favourite times of day – a time to absorb the air, the sounds and the silence.
It had been a miserable day, with unrelenting rain, so last night we went to Wellington’s Embassy Theatre to see Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit.
The Embassy is a theatre, which was opened in 1924 and was refurbished in 2001, in time for the world premiere of the first of Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy. The theatre is gorgeous – an very stately old dame. As you enter her wide doors on Cambridge Terrace, you ascend to the first floor via elegant curved stairways with beautiful art deco tiles in deep blues and greens lining the walls. She always takes my breath away.
Last night I searched for the tile I’d heard about at a recent funeral. One of Wellington’s beloved, an extremely kind and generous philanthropist, funded the tiling of the walls. All he asked for in recognition of his generosity was for one tile to be placed honouring of his parents. I found it exactly where I thought it would be, very simple and discrete – with only a christian name for each of them and the initials of their surname – perfect. I felt so moved by this one simple gesture that I wanted to hold my fingers to my lips then press them gently against the tile.
Choc-dipped ice cream in hand, I settled into my sumptuous leather seat, sponsored by another well-known Wellington identity. The lights went down plunging the auditorium into near darkness but for the latticed domes on either side of the screen. After a one-handed scrambling at the bottom of my handbag for my camera clutching my ice-cream cone in the other, I managed to take just one photo. If I’d had more time, and two hands, I would have tried to show the magical lattice effects on the surrounding walls and ceiling.
These dresses were part of the annual New Zealand Fashion Week which includes a category for young designers to design and construct a cocktail dress made only from toilet paper. The results, many taking hours and hours of painstaking work, are clever and stunning.