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).