I love this sign on the Papanui Parallel.
Proety. Poetry. Property.
I love this sign on the Papanui Parallel.
Proety. Poetry. Property.
Less photos lately, because I have been cycling instead of walking. As someone who loves cycling, but loathes traffic – the lockdown has been perfect for getting out on a bike.
The Papanui Parallel is my cycleway of choice. We blat down Cranford Street, turn down Main North Road and then head down Grassmere Street back down towards St Albans. On our excursion yesterday, we got lost because the opening on Grassmere Street was a bit obscured by roadworks. So we ended up well south of where we should have been. Doubled back down side streets, found parks and creeks, and a mysterious enclave of mansions.
Today we did it right. One of my favourite parts is a bit of country in the heart of the city. A derelict house or farm outbuilding folly. There are even sheep.
Across the road from this paddock is a rest home. It has a white tent set up out front. It was lovely and sunny today, and I could see elderly residents walking slowly around the environs, some with walking frames. Some residents sat outside their units, enjoying the sun.
I am acclimatising my body to cycling. My bum resisted at first, all these new muscles yelling out. But today is Day 4 and it isn’t hurting now. I’ve learned to divest myself of one layer before heading off, so today I just had a tshirt and leggings. My $25 EcoShop bike is doing fine, especially now the seat is a bit higher. On my first ride, I felt my knees popping madly high in the air. Lots to learn though. I had a hole in my leggings, and every time I stopped it hooked on some pointy part of the bike. There are now large holes in my lovely botanical leggings, so no more cycle rides for them.
Today the NZ Government announced the move from Level 4 to Level 3 of lockdown in the COVID-19 response.
Meanwhile, at our place …
A bumpy day of concrete smashing.
And the $20 bikes from EcoShop came out for another quick neighbourhood blat.
Today’s bike ride took us down Fitzgerald Avenue by the river and into town. Stopped to check out how the Book Fridge was looking in lockdown.
On our bikes! A little scoot into town. Kia ora Tūranga.
Even in lockdown, there was wild preaching in Cathedral Square. A chap walked by talking about Jesus.
Miro. formerly Caffe Roma. Back in the day, used to nip over from work for a homemade hash brown and coffee. My landlord lived upstairs, so I once got to ride the classic lift upstairs.
Te Pae – the convention centre.
Victoria Square is always gorgeous in Autumn.
The Christchurch Town Hall.
The Work and School from Home setup.
Work in a box.
School in a box.
Table and foldout desk.
Chocolate crackles.
Wires and bits and bobs.
Signs o’ the times.
Signs o’ the times II
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Abberley Park plaque.
Rainbow rock.
House spotting.
House spotting II.
Bear hunt.
Tī kōuka.
Rose.
Edgeware BP.
Sign o’ the times.
Protected bears.