Here are a couple of photos of the lovely old house my hairdresser lives in. His salon is round the back, in what used to be the scullery. He’s made it into a lovely light-filled room that looks out on the carefully manicured garden. Back in the day, it would have been a dark, skinny space with very few windows and no heat, where the poor house maids washed the family’s laundry by hand in huge tubs.
And here are a couple of bonus pictures of Dunedin Harbour from the top of Russell Street – just round the corner from the hairdresser’s house.
I’m learning dutifully to like Wellington, in the same way that I learned to like Vancouver. But I love Dunedin. I find it endlessly beautiful – the bright sharp light, the precise blue of the harbour, the old houses, and the carefully-tended gardens are all just right. A clear day here makes my spirits rise in a way that I’ve never experienced anywhere else (except maybe in the Mediterranean).