Marked by large boulders

This is the entry to The pipeline. It is actually almost the end of the pipe carrying water from the storage dams to the Huia water treatment station. It crosses beneath the road, the water being then made safe for human consumption. In New Zealand we take for granted the supply of clean and fresh water.

Having spent a couple of hours this afternoon working in the garden (loosely defined), I thought I would confine myself to a walk along the top of the enclosed aqueduct. Just before where it bends there is a drive way to a private home slightly higher up the side of the hill. As I started across the driveway, I realised a car was approaching from my left, so i broke into a run. Which actually felt better than walking, so I ran most of the way to where the pipe goes underground and the track starts.

Along the older pipeline, I met a number of walkers, runners and cyclists. An early meeting was with a young Scots man (by his accent) who encouraged me to take off my mask. I have it on, but down covering my chin until I see others coming when I raise it. I left him with his admonition, (which, to be fair to him, is consistent with the rule of Red; masks to be worn whenever outside unless exercising).

Back to work again tomorrow; today is the public holiday for Auckland Anniversary, which is only for those in the old Auckland province. In the present day, the only aspect of provinces which continues is the justification for and anniversary day public holiday, which differs around the country for the different provinces.