On Friday I hopped on a plane to Christchurch and was encouraged in my choice by a 150 km/h tail wind. I stayed with my son and his family; a few visual moments here:
Christchurch is sometimes described as being more English than England. Rows of leafless poplar trees in a grey sky echo a thought of desolation:
But, even in the wintry conditions, bicycles are a popular form of transport:
Christchurch cuisine has improved since the days of roast mutton and three veg. There are some interesting fusion offerings that combine East and West:
I assume that the chips are made from genuine Chinese potatoes. But traditional Christchurch industry is not forgotten. Here is a water feature made from ancient, rivetted industrial pressure vessels (probably steam boilers):