The one thing Wellington is know for, throughout New Zealand is its Wind. I presume this is why the airport is known as “Wild at Heart”. A curious branding decision but not incongruous when you land into a Northerly with the Lyall Bay surfers bobbing about right next to the runway.
I took this photo of the harbour yesterday afternoon with a Northerly blowing. Not many Wellingtonians were choosing the seafront as a route home from work. Bear in mind it is an extremely “sheltered” harbour – the choppy waves in the picture were whipped up solely by the efforts of the Northerly across the few miles between the bottom of the Hutt Valley and the City Centre.
It is a warm wind and you need to learn to love it to come to terms with Wellington. Think of it like a length of silk whipping across your skin. Think of it as a kind of massage provided by the atmosphere. Don’t frown. Don’t tense up your shoulders. Embrace it and work with it like a sailor. Be glad it is not a Southerly.
I took this photo of the harbour yesterday afternoon with a Northerly blowing. Not many Wellingtonians were choosing the seafront as a route home from work. Bear in mind it is an extremely “sheltered” harbour – the choppy waves in the picture were whipped up solely by the efforts of the Northerly across the few miles between the bottom of the Hutt Valley and the City Centre.
It is a warm wind and you need to learn to love it to come to terms with Wellington. Think of it like a length of silk whipping across your skin. Think of it as a kind of massage provided by the atmosphere. Don’t frown. Don’t tense up your shoulders. Embrace it and work with it like a sailor. Be glad it is not a Southerly.
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