When I walk to the shops from work, at lunch time, I pass these steps. I wondered where they led too. Thought you might like to see too.
They led up to this path past some lovely Napier Hill villas.
To this amazing view of the County Hotel and out to Cape Kidnappers and Te Mata Peak.
Or back down the path through the Norfolk Pines to the Pacific.
Spotted a daisy shape on the trim of one of the beautiful villas.
There were more steps to attract my attention, these ones lead up to somebodies garage, a bit of a dead end.
I was tempted to keep exploring, but I don't have a watch and was worried I would get lost and be late back to work. I thought the best idea was to head down the hill.
Very much attracted by these lovely pink flowers.
And there I was back in the centre of town.
Getting back to work was a short walk past the cathedral, more about that building later.
Looking back up that hill towards the houses I had walked in front off, you can not tell the path and steps are there at all.
Round the corner past the museum.
Across the road to the park with the interesting sign. Is passive recreation like passive smoking. If you just hang about in the park are you affected by others recreation?
Lingered for a while among the daisies.
Enjoying an ice lolly, imagining I look like the girl in the Kapati ice cream ad. You can watch it here. 
Then noticing myself in the window of the War Memorial Conference Centre - and remembering I am not a young, slim, floaty girl - but actually a short, dumpy, middle aged, unfloaty woman.
And finally back across the street, past the actual war memorial,
round to the steps - a hop, skip and jump back to work all within my lunch hour.
Are you ready for a walk round my garden. The rain has eased a bit its just drizzling. We start at the front door and go past the recycling centre disguised as an old sideboard. 
Past the red geraniums and a couple of plants left out ready to plant.
A quick check on the veggies, still there, the caterpillars are not winning yet. We did attempt to have some broccoli for tea. Peter thought I had washed it, and I thought he washed it. Neither of us could bring ourselves to eat it after it was cooked with the dozen juicy caterpillars that did not get washed out. We did not tell the kids and they seemed to enjoy it.
Past some beautiful roses in full bloom.
Then over to have a peer at the caster oil plant, I love to see the rain trapped in its leaves.
Another veggie check, this time to see if the tomatoes have turned red yet. One of them had something to nibble on as I wander about in the drizzle.
Down the lawn heading for the wild part of the garden.
The figs really needed all this rain to allow them to ripen into delicious juicy fruit.
When I bought the two fig trees I was told they were both brown turkey. You can clearly see they are different varieties, I am guessing the one below is the real brown turkey. More research is required to find the variety of the above one. Not that it really matters as long as they taste good.
The previous hours of heavy rain have weighed down the twisty willow from next door. You now have to duck to get down the path under it. I think it looks so magical above the path to the wild bit, I just don't want to trim those lower branches.
With some of the turf Peter cut out of the lawn, a few months ago, he has constructed a curved seat and planted the top with chamomile and low growing thyme. Eventually it will have some wooden duckboards to sit on. 
Back up and along the new border. It is really blending into the background now.
A peek down the bank to see how far the creek has risen. 
I love the scent of this geranium. It is so pleasant to brush past. 
Combined with the scent of the fennel, heavenly.
And more fennel at the side of the garage.
And back around to the front door again and more red geraniums, my favorite colour. I hope you have enjoyed the wet Sunday potter around my garden.
I did - even though I ended up a little soggy and disheveled as usual.
When I walk to the shops from work, at lunch time, I pass these steps. I wondered where they led too. Thought you might like to see too.
They led up to this path past some lovely Napier Hill villas.
To this amazing view of the County Hotel and out to Cape Kidnappers and Te Mata Peak.
Spotted a daisy shape on the trim of one of the beautiful villas.
There were more steps to attract my attention, these ones lead up to somebodies garage, a bit of a dead end.
I was tempted to keep exploring, but I don't have a watch and was worried I would get lost and be late back to work. I thought the best idea was to head down the hill.
Very much attracted by these lovely pink flowers.
And there I was back in the centre of town.
Getting back to work was a short walk past the cathedral, more about that building later.
Looking back up that hill towards the houses I had walked in front off, you can not tell the path and steps are there at all.
Across the road to the park with the interesting sign. Is passive recreation like passive smoking. If you just hang about in the park are you affected by others recreation?
Lingered for a while among the daisies.
Enjoying an ice lolly, imagining I look like the girl in the Kapati ice cream ad. You can watch it here. 
Then noticing myself in the window of the War Memorial Conference Centre - and remembering I am not a young, slim, floaty girl - but actually a short, dumpy, middle aged, unfloaty woman.
And finally back across the street, past the actual war memorial,
round to the steps - a hop, skip and jump back to work all within my lunch hour.
