Several days more than anticipated were spent in Ashburton where we went to the motorhome and caravan show, where many sellers have their buses and vans for sale. There were food and craft stalls too. Though we were not buying,the weather was stunning, it was a buzzy atmosphere, a chance fantasize about what kind of motor home we might like some day and also to meet other travellers.

Christchurch still looks like Christchurch to me in spite of all the damage and big gaps where buildings once were. Container shopping still operates in Cashel Street, though we noticed lots of building going on. I loved these bolted metal sculptures scattered

in between the containers. They depict ordinary people getting on with life in spite of earthquakes. They look so real.

Office workers eating their lunch beside the Avon.

The Cathedral looks exactly the same as it did when I was last here three years ago, except the grass is probably longer.


There is plenty of construction underway.

We met The Wizard having coffee in New Regent Street and Warren introduced himself. He seemed rather downcast as his spot in the square has been usurped by an over zealous Christian, but he was pleased to chat with us and still has plenty to say for himself.

We made the trip over the hill to Akaroa, site of many memories from childhood and adolescence for me. Sadly the place has been taken over by tourists to a large extent, but the bones don't change. Cruise liners anchor in the harbour every day, and passengers are ferried into the town. I dare say Akaroa depends on this influx for its survival.

We used to swim off Akaroa pier.

There are many examples of early housing in existence, some in disrepair but others are well preserved.

Looking out at earthquake damaged Sumner, taken from South Shore.

Sumner Beach, scene of many happy childhood days.

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Saturday night at Weedons NZMCA Park. The muso's got an airing and we all loved it.