Wellington. Small pedestrian precinct. Sat on a bench. Little overcast. Chill wind. Flask of tea. Tucking into my packed lunch. I’d spent the morning exploring New Zealand’s Capital. Visiting the information centre. Starting to shape my plans for the next few weeks. Dropped off earlier at the cable car on the hill behind. Fine vantage point.
Opposite sat a chap in shorts. Heavy fleece top. Another, nearby, similar. Down jacket. Hardy bunch. Lunch time joggers. Mostly office workers I thought. All shapes and sizes. Surprising number of them. Small groups. Individuals. One daring enough to plunge into the cold waters of the harbour. Quick then to sprint off. I’d winced as I’d watch him go in.
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