Hot hot hot

Sorry, but that's the way it is...

Having seen the weather forecast for Britain, I feel more sheepish than Steve in saying this - but it's been a real scorcher here. Perfect for our free day in Wellington, which we chose to spend at the Pasifika (their spelling) Festival. Taking place in one of Wellington's central parks, this was a set of exhibitions and performances from the various Polynesian island groups. A real festival of exotic flavours, bright colours, drum rythms, melodious songs - and extremely sensuous Polynesian dancing. Never realised I had such a fine appreciation for culture...

Wellington is nice - a manageable city centre, great waterfront, and full of fine words like 'esplanade'. But tomorrow we must be on our way, heading up to Hastings and the Hawkes Bay area for more U3A and more wine.

Now, I know some of you think this journey is all fun and games for us. I have to tell you that it's full of challenges. We have to be really careful to avoid sunburn, for instance. And each day is a series of dilemmas: do we have breakfast in the motorhome, or go to the gourmet cafe? Seafood or meat for dinner? And what kind of wine? The decisions go on and on.

At least Steve is getting used to some of the niceties of football - eg when Norwich draw after being ahead it's all gloom and despondency, but when they draw after being behind it's smiles and optimism. Simple really.