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Published: February 18th 2011
The sun was making its daily descent over house speckled hills that encompass the city, as we sat high on Mount Victoria with a bird's eye view of prescedings, the softening light offering a chance to reflect on our surrounds.
The panorama stretched across the Cook Strait from whence we had come only days before. Aboard the InterIslander ferry, we had seen the faint hues of the sun at the beginni...
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Mouty
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wishful wanderings of wonder in Wellington
There we were restfully relaxed in bed on a saturday morn when alluring alliterative energy exploded into eyes and ears! Wellington sounds fabulous and travellers tales transported us there. The roaring forties not far from shore were kind not to pitch you into the harbour. How do seasoned sailors come to drop their cars anchor on a pier in a gale?! Great blog,believe us,beautifully balanced between reality and romance Mouty William and Saskia