The husband person, who has been accumulating gift vouchers from several Christmas presents and volunteering thankyous, bought himself a second-hand GoPro.
Scandretti-Persons, House-Sitters, Dogs Also Minded.
In Devonport, one would sit anything, and mind on request. Betty is not a dog person, but she is a big fan, for example, of taking the ferry…
…and of working in the city, and keeping tabs on things to do.
Must look into that. The week of house-sitting ended with fish and chips on the beach – with perhaps a tiny dish of handmade aïoli from the French delicatessen.
It was nice. For various, mostly traffic-related, reasons, though, Betty is glad to be home.
Public holidays this year are a dime a dozen. This week, Waitangi Day.
The weather was glorious – apparently it was horrendously windy early in the morning, but as Betty was sleeping in it really didn’t matter, you see?
Betty and the husband person hopped on the bus and moseyed at a snail’s pace to Devonport. It would be quicker to cycle, except that Hanna, Betty’s genteel omafiets, has a puncture, the poor sausage. Once it’s fixed, there will definitely be a post giving a proper introduction.
Devonport was lovely, as usual.
I mean, more or less…
They really take the alternative transport idea to a whole new level.
But, not having easy access to a bike, a cruise liner, or a naval submarine, Betty and the HP took the ferry instead. It’s a short trip, but exceedingly pleasant.
The ferry building is one of Betty’s very favourite spots. This will be the last full day off for a wee while, sadly, but life promises to be pretty adventurous anyway – circus classes start again this week, there are exciting guest teachers at the studio, Betty’s university course is coming up fast (this time with twice the Charcot and more Richard Selzer, heaven help us), and the work party of the year is only weeks away. Onward and upward!
Betty unexpectedly finished work before dark yesterday, and gentle readers will know what that means. Oui – adventures! It was the work of a moment to hop in the car and whisk the husband person off to Devonport, where they watched the sun set from Mt Victoria.
Hardly anyone else was there, fortuitously, so Betty and the husband person were able to eat grapes and frolic about in peace.
One really should adventure there more often – the mushrooms are lovely.