We admit it: we’ve been slack. Nor­mal blog­ging ser­vice will grad­u­al­ly resume as we re-emerge from the rum-induced ine­bri­a­tion heat-induced tor­por of sum­mer, but things are tak­ing a while to crank up again.

Some of us have been out of town on sum­mer hol­i­days, enjoy­ing all the clichés of the Great Kiwi Sum­merTM: beach­es, jan­dals, boats, sun­burn and ill-advised sex­u­al liaisons. But some of us have stayed put, and frankly, why not? Even if (like many Welling­to­ni­ans) you don’t have a car, with a Snap­per card and Shanks’ pony it’s not too hard to get to a whole range of beach­es. Here’s a lit­tle Flickr pho­to­set of the Welling­ton coast this sum­mer, show­ing peo­ple doing all those sorts of things that we’re sup­posed to have to leave town for. Erm, except the sex (and we would­n’t be sur­prised if that was just around the cor­ner, too).