Happy birthday, Diana
Birthdays with a zero at the end deserve celebration.
This was not mine, but my sister Diana was having a party, in fact, an extended celebration, in Wellington.
I had to go.
Sometimes, it seems I do more socialising in Wellington than where I live.
Being the sensible type, I decided to leave a couple of days early as ferry cancellations have become a common occurrence. That meant I could have some one-on-one time prior to the onslaught of family and friends.
The early start to the celebrations proved prescient, as I avoided the deluge, flooding, and road closures that occurred just a day or so after my departure from Nelson.
It was great to catch up with familiar faces at the Saturday night party. Everyone seemed to have a great time.
I did.
The following day, we went to a mystery location for lunch, which turned out to be a highly rated restaurant on a cliff top location at Makara, overlooking Cook Street, and the Marlborough Sounds right around to D’Urville Island.
The team enjoyed the outdoor activities, whacking golf balls along the cliff edge towards some distant greens, with most balls veering wildly off course.
Then, most tried five shotgun cartridges aimed at flying traps.
A memorable day out.