Christ Church Cathedral

A very cold night with quite a lot of snow on the mountains. Esme gas gone off to her mum until Sunday and we ventured over the Hill to Nelson to return the rental car. It's expensive, we can use the money more wisely and borrow Joe's car if necessary. The journey is in credibly scenic. The Hill is actually massive with a myriad of hairpin bends, the sharpest called Eureka! We returned the car - sweet as was the only remark- and taxied into the city centre with a very chatty driver who was not a fan of Pritti Patel. Who is. A trip to the Suter Art Gallery, some retail therapy (Esme has done very well), a mooch around the museum and then I scampered up the steps to inspect the cathedral. The bell tower is impressive, the gardens rich in succulents and cacti, and the interior soothing. I was pleased to find a Book of Remembrance in honour of the Queen and I added my thoughts. It was oddly reassuring to do this as we have felt very remote from all the history and emotion that her death had occasioned.
Joe came to meet us as he conveniently had to pick up a van and Himself drove Joe's car back across the Hill. I bought the chips on arrival home.