Wellington, New Zealand’s capital, is the friendliest and prettiest capital city in the world. It’s true I could be biased – some of my favourite people live there. (You know who you are don’t you – all of you.)
Wellington is famous for its cultural life. I’ve attended my share of plays and shows and concerts there. Some might say more than my share, but I say you can never have enough of a good thing.
Wellington is home to brilliant coffee. I’ve drunk rather a lot of it there. I have my favourite cafes, too many to mention in this post.
I’ve celebrated graduations and birthdays and engagements there. And my largest earthquake yet was a Welly quake. I’m not so sure that’s something to celebrate. Other than I was brave and held myself back from leaping out of bed and running down fourteen flights of stairs while the building swayed … hmmm … lurched is the better word.
They say you can’t have everything and I’ll admit to one small Wellington flaw. You see back in 2011 when The Lonely Planet said ours was the coolest capital in the world they may have been hinting at an unfortunate truth. Wellington is the southernmost capital city in the world. And that means weather. Big weather. Wild weather. The sort of weather poets fill anthologies with. This is a favourite.
But, ahhh, Welly on a good day … there is no where else like it. Experience it and you will never forget the perfection of blue sky, wet rocks, white crested waves, the zing of the breeze on your skin and the zest of sea air. A day like that imprints itself on your mind’s eye much as daffodils did for Wordsworth. (Check out Prior’s comment on my post, Daffodils, for the stanza in question. If you like what she says visit her at Priorhouse Blog.)
But right now come with me on a good day to the south coast, only ten minutes over the hill from the skyscrapers and the hurry scurry of the business centre, to the Wellington Wellingtonians know.
Skipping breakfast is not a good idea because sea air is to tummies as spring is to wind. So before we did any exploring brunch was necessary. The Bach between Owhiro Bay and Island Bay is perfectly situated. The food is yummy and nutritious. I ate an entire plate of home cooked beans. Yes, I’m greedy but it was almost 11am and a long time since dinner. The others had the pancake stack and The Bach breakfast (sausages, eggs, rosti). One of us had the seafood chowder and then ordered the largest caramel slice ever seen. A taste test was required, so I forced myself to try a mouthful. (The things I put myself through for the sake of my blog!) I then required a second – just to be sure. I can tell you with the authority that comes from two bites – it was truly caramelly, chocolatey delicious.
Who could resist a walk on a day like this. So cameras in hand we set off towards Island Bay. It’s easy walking. There’s a footpath all the way, but if you want and the tide is right it’s possible to walk on the beach.
Follow us in the slide show from the rocks not far from the cafe, around the corner to Island Bay. We walked as far as the flags, you might just be able to see them in the far right of the second slide.
The return walk took us about an hour. We ambled, stopping often for photos, to admire the views, to watch the locals on the beach, and to enjoy the remarkable spring weather.
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