Craig and I drove around and around and around, stumbling upon the place where they build trains, or at least where they used to make them. It’s all run down. But beautiful.
I handwrote this post while at work and typed it up when I got home.
Walking down Mason’s Lane after lunch with a friend. Strange 1980s street art and an empty doorway onto a second floor.
A very early flight to Dunedin on a very tiny plane. We checked in at 6:30 which entailed leaving home at 6am. Sleepy. Sleepy and a little terrified plane because lord that was the smallest plane I’ve ever been on.
Brighton Beach in Dunedin. Clambering about & listening to reminiscences. Best viewed LARGE.
A teeny skull pin that belonged to Craig’s grandfather, and has been passed along to me. I love his little skull-y teeth.
A quiet day, tired post-Dunedin. I did visit a puppy but oh, these lilies are beautiful.