Gusts!

I am here. Arrived safely, had a whirlwind of a day yesterday and now we are on Day Two already.

Wellington, New Zealand. The home of the gusty wind.

So there was no ferry ride out to the island after I got off the plane, the weather was inclement and the sea, choppy. (and I am a terrible sailor at the best of times).  Instead we had a nice afternoon IN. The champagne was lovely and cold,  with  fresh fruit for the Sangria and delicious local cheeses.

I have always said that Wellington is beautiful  – when it IS beautiful.  I walked down to the supermarket this morning to buy milk and was almost blown right over. Old ladies were walking at a slant, forcing their walking sticks to the ground and holding onto lamp-posts for a rest, their shopping bags flying out at right angles.

The chickens in the back yard are a happy bunch. Urban chicks – love it.

We have five days before the wedding of Senior Son and his beautiful bride.  So we will  be in the city a few days yet. There is a lot of cooking and food preparation to be done.  And meals and meetings in between. Such Fun. I love feeding people. 

It seems that dirty windows run in the family.

Good morning. I am going to set these travel posts so that they publish at the normal time. That is: the Early American morning. Which means that they will go out around midnight from here. And you will still get your post around the same time as you usually do. Otherwise how can I say Good Morning.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy.

celi