We have a flat expedition to Tayor's Mistake to swim off Thursday drinks. The waves are booming and there's spray coming off the tops as they break into the southerly wind. The water is cool, it knocks the breath out of Chris, but refreshing and I get some fast rides. Heathcote Valley residents have decked out their hood for Christmas. The valley is near the Port Hills fault line and they did it hard in 2011. Their word tree is specially Christchurch, sitting as it does in front of traffic cones.
Back at College Ave I venture into the back garden and start transplanting plants I saved from the demolition. I reduce the pile of dirt and, while I'm weeding it, realise what a big job maintaining the section is. I drop in to see an old friend, Karen, to wish her happy birthday. She's a decoration queen. Last stop Pomeroys, one of the first pubs to open after the quakes. Restored with care, this old brick building is one of only a few of its kind left in Christchuch. And they brew a variety of lip smacking beers.
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| Progress at Scoff's place |
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| Karen |
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| Pomeroy's |
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