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?