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.