Friday, 13 December 2013

From Beach to Bard & a Beer in Between

Beach

Where I live in Dunedin, New Zealand, the weather is fickle; not at all tropical. Even in summer.

Lupins spread wild on the dunes ...

The waves roll in fast & surfers wear wet-suits because in water this far south, the water is not far off Antarctic temps.



Bard


On St Andrew's Day in Dunedin, Edinburgh of the South, the statue of the Scottish bard, Robbie Burns, is officially allowed to wear a scarf (as long as it's tartan).


 St Pauls cathedral - one of the churches that the statue of Robbie Burns has his back to as he faces the pubs  ... 

Bands


Bagpipers pipe ...

 
& drums tattoo ...

& kilts swing under the sway of Christmas wreaths.
 

There was the tossing of the caber ...

... the firing of the cannon (it may look small, but believe me it has a very loud report) ...

 
& Scottish Country dancing ...

 Baton


 This year on St Andrews Day, the Commonwealth Games baton arrived in Dunedin to be feted and admired. (I love that I randomly managed to capture a couple of red-headed youngster in the background - how very apt).

 Beer


& there was beer ...


Baskets


 under hanging baskets of flowers ...

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