Then after a brief wander it was off to my free campsite. It was blowing a ruddy gale so tentage erection proved to be a bastardo. Its amazing how people will watch you struggle until the last fooking tent peg is hammered in and then approach you to admire your tent. Why is that?
There was a guy on the campsite with a really loud motorbike and he spent hours driving the squealing kiddies up and down the field. At the risk of being an old grump, it really got on Adilady's small but perfectly formed breasticles. I considered complaining but the children looked all a bit feral and so by jumping to bias conclusions (as I am evolutionary programmed to do) I decided against introducing myself to the parents.
Dunedin Railway Station is the most photographed building in New Zealand. I can see why, it's no St Pancras but for the New World it is pretty impressive.
View across the road of Anzac Gardens and the Law Courts.
The tiles are all Royal Dalton.
Pictures on the platform.
Let me share with you the stunning scenery I witnessed first hand on my rail trip through Taieri Gorge to the small town of Middlemarch. Enjoy, although the pictures do not do justice to the gorg gorge.
The local shop (singular) has a Royston Vasey feel...
Some more pics...
In the early evening I went to see the world's steepest street as verified by the Guinness Book of Records and that McWherter chap. Baldwin Street has a gradient of 1.26 at it's steepest point.
I arrived back at the campsite to listen to that motorbike thing again and catch up on bookage. What pearls of wisdom can I share with you today? Well I learnt all about the "affect heuristic" which led to the fabulous comment 'it's all about the emotional tail wagging the rational dog.' Want to know more? Then buy the book, I'm thinking of asking for commission. Must dash and make the most of today's sunshine, its gonna piss it down tomoz. As always much love xxxx
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