Arrowtown to queenstown
There were thundery black clouds over Arrowtown at decision time this morning. Golf course? Lakeside footpath? Airport environs?
Nah. Bus. $5.
Which meant I was here at Queenstown when the front arrived. Supermarket done. New socks done. Postcard to mater done.
Vile weather, lovely when viewed over a glass of Chard Farm charders.
If only Queenstowners read their War Memorial, life would exceed perfect.
Off to (walk!) Mavora Lakes tomorrow.