Walking on the moon

Socks.

Such mundane articles and yet mine keep going missing. My beautiful, lined, proper walking socks (given to me by U) were liberated while I was in the Galapagos Islands, several pairs of my brown foot socks have gone for a walk and now the white ones I bought in Melbourne have disappeared. So I was forced to go shopping, after all, there is only so much walking you can do with the wrong socks. I now have three new pairs of thick calf-length socks with which to swathe my feet and reduce the wear and tear of walking around the city/wildlife sanctuary/museum etc. (I also bought a couple of men's vests for warmth but that's another matter).

In the meantime, here in Wellington, the weather has improved - so much so that I don't have to wear a vest, long-sleeved t-shirt, jumper, fleece and raincoat. Now I can leave the jumper and raincoat behind!

New Zealand is completely different from Australia (OK, I admit it, I thought they'd be the same except for the scenery). The accent, the attitude, everything - it damn well is a different country but one that I'd recommend visiting.