I spent the day soaking up time with my wonderful Husband. He was off to Dunedin the next day.
I went to an Art auction – raising funds for a school trip my Mother is organising. I donated some of my photos to the cause.
A couple of my photos sold (there wasn’t enough time for all of them to go up) and I bought two pieces myself.
With Craig away I have been walking to the station every morning. The weather’s been fine and I’ve really enjoyed it.
The end of the day? not so much.
St Paul’s Cathedral, Wellington. Not my favourite Cathedral to St Paul.
My lovely man came home for ONE night before heading off to play mechanic for his father during the Targa.
Ahh the pains of catching the train home. It was 15 minutes late. When you’re hanging out to get home that feels like torture.
I like this dude’s tag.