Lunchtime Refuge, orig­i­nal­ly uploaded by dubh.

Some­times, and espe­cial­ly when the weath­er is out­stand­ing, you just have to get out­side and away.

Now it turns out there are one or two places in the inner city where refuge may be had. These may well be places we’d rather not share, but that would be rude, right?

So here’s one of mine. On the Queen’s Wharf Out­er Tee, on the north­ern end, there’s six park bench­es backed on to the warm con­crete block wall. Even on a sun­ny day, there’s usu­al­ly space and qui­et for a while. You can watch the boats and fer­ries; com­mis­er­ate with the occa­sion­al fish­er­man (they’re almost always male) on their luck or lack there­of; and lis­ten to the city’s mut­ed roar.

Just don’t go to sleep: you’ll end up sun­burned and late for work.

So: that’s one of mine. Where are yours?