More Napier

I packed two summer dresses for my NZ trip and I hadn’t worn either of them until today. It’s not that the morning as any warmer than before, in fact a cool breeze was blowing, but having watched the forecast I realised it was now or never. I did accessorise with leggings and a cardigan, but it felt good, and my landlady admired my outfit. However, it looked like it might rain later. Kindly, Jenni offered me an umbrella to take with me. I forgot it. So I was keeping one eye on the clouds, alert to a few drops of rain that fell, ready to dive for cover if necessary. I put my cardigan on and took it off again. My sunglasses were sometimes on my nose, and sometimes dangling from their cord. The sun shone, the clouds scudded over. It is, after all, spring.
I walked past Lyn and Malcolm’s old house when I went into town, but I’m not sure if it was the white one or the dark one. I admit I was distracted by a a friendly yellow Labrador.
Pearl had turned up to see me just before I left. Apparently she can be quite shy, so I am honoured that she let me lift her up and succumbed to a cuddle and a chin scratch with closed eyes and purrs. She is difficult to photograph as she wants to investigate the camera, so I took this one through the window.


This morning’s Pearl

She reminds me of MasterB, sweet natured, chubby and a bit nervy.
Today’s plan was to do one of the self-guided tours of Napier’s famous Art Deco buildings. Although I was hobbling, taking photographs, asssiduously reading the information and looking at other things besides, I realised I was getting around pretty quickly.
I kept trying to reach Monica, a friend of Lyn and Malcolm’s. We had liaised by email and agreed that I would text her. I didn’t want to use all my mobile data, so I kept turning it off, checking every half hour or so to see if she had responded. We finally made contact mid afternoon as I sat down to watch the film about the earthquake. With luck, we’ll meet tomorrow.
I took lots of photos, far more than I am going to post here. Not all my photos were of the buildings.
Outside one shop was a bench, a pile of wool, some knitting needles and an invitation to contribute to their effort to yarn bomb the bench. Who could refuse? Not I. Only later did I realise the colours were very similar to one of my favourite buildings. If go by tomorrow I shall do a few more rows.

Hildebrandt’s Building

An invitation to knit

Hildebrandt’s Building

I watched kids wandering about, busy with their bikes and phones. If you grow up somewhere like Napier this is what what a town looks like.


Thorp building

Marine Parade

Smith and Chambers Building

I grew up in a town full of Georgian buildings. I took their beauty completely for granted. It was only after I left and then returned that I really took notice. Napier’s child population probably notices this shop, Harston’s, because it does look different to the rest. Somehow, being a music store that seems right.

Dark windows

Do they notice the decorations on the bollards? the drain covers? the other little details that mark the town’s identity?

On top of a bollard

Drain cover

More yarning

Maybe they like the Christmas decorations which were being put up this afternoon.

Christmas decs

In the museum there is a fabulous exhibition called Bottled Ocean by George Nuku. He has used clean used plastic bottles, and worked with local schools to create something quite magical. Certainly all the school children I saw there today were entranced.

2 thoughts on “More Napier

  1. what a fabulous place. I know what you mean about where you grow up being the definition of normal. I too (and Octavia) grew up in a place of extraordinary beauty, which seemed utterly ordinary at the time. Learning that ‘normal’ for others may be far drabber, and also learning to find beauty in apparently drab or ugly surroundings has been an education.

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