Postkiwi

I flew into Dunedin Airport last Wednesday, to stay with my sister and brother-in-law. It was twelve degrees celsius at 3.30 pm in the middle of spring. A refreshing break from 20 degrees every day back on the Gold Coast.

It was good to be back in the city where I spent seven years studying for two degrees in history. The place is full of memories, including the smell of roasted coffee from Greggs, the mist hanging over the hills, the rhododendrons, and the azaleas and magnolias in the gardens during exams.

Had an excellent vindaloo in the Meridian Centre in George St, had supper with old friends. On Thursday I looked through a couple of second hand shops and photographed old haunts in the Botanical Gardens before heading south to Invercargill.