A natural love

Dear fel­low Welling­ton­istas and the good peo­ple of Welling­ton in gen­er­al,

If the weath­er is as gor­geous tomor­row as it is today, you must do what I did at lunchtime today — get gold­en crisp fish’n chips from Thorn­don Fish’n Chips (don’t let the name fool you, it’s next to A‑Mart and across the road from Chaf­fers New World) and park your ass down in the divine Wai­t­an­gi Park like many oth­ers are doing, and just enjoy the atmos­phere. You should also check out the Earth from Above exhi­bi­tion, and take off your shoes to run around on the giant map of the world, stomp­ing on any coun­tries you don’t like.

Hav­ing watched its con­struc­tion out the win­dow (err, from a satel­lite Welling­ton­ista cam­pus) and via wellur­ban for the past year, we’re hap­pi­ly in a place where we could say that if it was pos­si­ble, we’d get mar­ried to the park, and hold the recep­tion in the spie­gal tent.

It just needs a cou­ple more rub­bish bins to make it tru­ly per­fect…