Spring weather today, sunshine and warmth, alternating with heavy showers. We took a bus into town and headed for the harbour to catch the ferry to Devonport. It had been on my to see list, but I thought the weather was going to rule it out. Although we travelled there by water, it is attached to the mainland,
Before I came to New Zealand, people told me it was like Tasmania, but until today I hadn’t felt that was true.
But there was something about Devonport that did remind me of Tasmania. I couldn’t tell you what though.
The ferry ride lasts just twelve minutes, so you just have time to enjoy the view before you disembark. A gentle walk along by the sea was a nice introduction. With the sun out, the sea was restored to a blue-turquoise. Dogs were swimming, people too.
There were benches to sit on to admire the view.
There were also reminders that things had not always been so tranquil.
But overall the place had a relaxed, holiday feel to it. One home had a rather nice treehouse in the front garden.
There were imperial reminders, links with Britain, for example here at King Edward’s Walk.
We walked up to North Head to be rewarded with fantastic views.
I was glad to read the volcano we were standing on was extinct.
The clouds started to gather, so Lyn hurried us down to the shore before the heavens opened. We sheltered in an art gallery. By this time the camera card had registered full, and I hadn’t yet fished out my phone.
In between heavy showers we checked out the eateries and settled on one called Camillo’s. Attractive inside and out, the food was fabulous. I wish I had photographed my meal, but I didn’t. However, the loo did make me return to our table for my phone. Definite shades of Hundertwasser.
If the weather is on our side tomorrow we should make it to the Botanic Gardens before I say goodbye to Lyn and Malcolm to begin the long journey home to the Northern Hemisphere and winter.