A drive in the countryside

Our lockdown is over so my sister could finally move house. Philip and I loaded up the van and travelled north for four hours to check out the new abode and install curtain tracks and curtains for her. It was a fast but pretty trip. Here’s the view from the van window as we bowled along the grandly-named Centennial Highway, not far north of Wellington. A lovely fine day, and with the longest, thinnest cloud I’ve ever seen. The South Island isn’t far away – you can catch a glimpse of snow on the Kaikoura mountains there.

There’d just been a 3-day holiday weekend, and enough traffic on the roads to have accidents again. (At least Covid-19 had one good effect.) Anyway, we kept clear of the holiday traffic, and on weekdays it seemed almost everyone else did too. This is the main highway north – not many people wanted it except us.

It was so nice to catch up with my sis again. What with having a knee too bad to drive with, and then a new joint so I couldn’t, and then lockdown, it felt like ages since I’d seen her. The house is a 1930’s timber bungalow. Ours was built in 1914. We like old houses in this family.