^ This is Victory Place, the start of our roughly 7 km circuit as delineated in the map to the right. This leg, our ascent to the hilltop over Scott Memorial, appears in fuchsia, with our homeward meander around Back Beach sketched out in satsuma. We'll be heading along Wickliffe Terrace, up Currie St, down Grey, up Mount, off road altogether, and then down Cemetery Rd blah blah. Confused? Never mind.
With the onset of spring and the prospect of extensive spring cleaning, we've become suddenly and incredibly mindful of our health and have decided to go for a lot of big fucking walks instead. Because housework; it can eat a bowl of dicks for a little while longer. What say you, constant readers?
On my mark, unleash hell.
BELOW We're hanging a left and heading downwards onto Grey St with the Town Hall to the right at the end of the street and the Port Otago buildings just past them in the centre background. George St, the main drag, is out of sight to the left, across from Port Otago at the bottom of the hill. I've lost you, haven't I?
< Still on Currie st. Our house is pretty crappy too, so I shouldn't judge, but fuck it. This perplexing shitbox has been in this state since we arrived about 18 years ago, and for no small time before, obviously. Yes, it is occupied; yes, that is a satellite dish; no, I'm not sure if the doorknob comes off in your hand.
Oozes charm. And other stuff.
BELOW It hatessss usssss.
^ Pink camellias beside the Manse on Grey St featured below. Another red brick Victorian monster, second only to the Doctor's House in grandeur.
Right, so we're at the bottom of this hill and juuuust about to head up another and into the wilds proper when I cut this pictorial short and condemn you to the infernal limbo of yet another fucking serialisation. Will we make it past the Port Royal café with its beguiling and eternal sillage of frying bacon or will our scenic quest for fitness end with a face plant into a plate of crispy pig and cinnamon pinwheels with maybe some hot chocolate on the side, even though there are no marshmallows in that shit?