As if to punish us for leaving town, the Wellington wind almost blew us off our feet the moment we landed home a couple of days ago. A sharp reminder that for all the wilderness of the South Island Wellington is most definitely wild at heart. After days of empty winding roads we were back on the city race track though thankfully soon back out in the country and home. Surrounded by native bush and pine clad hillsides it took a while to readjust the senses to the evergreen surrounds.
Although autumn in New Zealand is nothing like the leaf peeping extravaganzas of New England in the USA it put on a pretty good show. Everywhere you looked the colour palette of browns, yellows and reds contrasting with the blues of the water and sky. All the big landscapes had me hankering for a better quality wide angle lens and wishing I hadn’t forgot to pack my tripod. Still there is always next time.