Hillery and Aunt Julia took the kids to see the fur seals at the Red Rocks Reserve in Island Bay, just south of Wellington. Ivy bored this one to sleep. Sawyer brought me home a red rock.
Meanwhile, I spent the day with the Bexhill crew racing in the third installment of the winter racing series. Here’s some random footage that only proves we have no idea what we are doing.
No potato salad, fireflies, or fireworks, but the weather was fine. Sawyer and I cruised the wharf on rollerblades. Then we cruised the wharf on bicycles. Then we went bungy jumping. Then we had ice cream. Then we rode home on the cable car. Can you tell who was in charge today?
A fine day in Wellington is hard to beat. Now mid-winter, we seldom see one. It’s always rain, rain, rain. Probably why New Zealand is so green in summer. But today was sunny, mild, and the wind machine was down for maintenance.
Ivy and I made our weekly trip to the public library, stopping off at Mr. Bun on Cuba Street for a donut and a flat white.
We lured Hillery from her ivory tower with visions of sausage rolls and sunshine. She met us with both at Frank Kitts Park on the waterfront. Since it was still rather sunny after lunch, we walked to Kaffee Eis on Courtenay Place for ice cream.
Hillery was recognized at the Beehive—New Zealand Parliament—at the Fulbright New Zealand Awards Ceremony. The honorable Murray McCully, Minister of New Zealand Foreign Affairs, and U.S. Ambassador David Huebner congratulated the inductees. Mission accomplished! Well, almost. She still needs to write the report.