Somewhere on the way over the Port Hills, heading towards Lyttelton I stopped. Well, actually I stopped many times so it’s hard to recall the exact place. However, on the way the mist and clouds that were covering the Port Hills were constantly changing and shifting quite quickly so everytime I stopped it looked a little different. On this occasion it reminded me of a scene you see in the Scottish Highlands.
It wasn’t my intention to drive to Lyttelton on Banks Peninsula but then I often end up in places I don’t intend to be. I’d driven up into the Port Hills in Christchurch and had spent the previous few hours wandering some of the tracks in the area. Before heading back to Christchurch and my motel for some lunch, out of interest, I decided to continue on and see what was on the other side. Well, before you know it I’d driven half the way to Lyttelton. From there it only made sense to continue on and see the small port town.
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