Daily Photo – The Chaotic Charm of Wellington

I hadn’t been to Wellington for several years and was curious to have a wander round. I was due to catch a train and with time on hand, I took the chance to stroll around, starting with the harbour. I’ve always had a soft spot for the waterfront, it has a kind of restless charm, that uneasy balance between sea and city. The place feels alive, in its own odd way, with joggers, tourists, and office workers weaving around each other like they’re part of some unrehearsed dance. The air smells of salt and coffee, and every so often the wind roars in from the hills to remind you who’s really in charge. The gulls squawk, the old steam crane remains standing from another era, and the water laps against the wharf. All around, the hum of Wellington carries on, the clink of cups, the murmur of conversation, the sigh of the wind, as if the whole city is chaotically going about its business.