As the Anzac Day dawn service commenced yesterday at Gallipoli, a reciprocal commemoration began in Wellington at the Atatürk Memorial.
Located on a Miramar Peninsula clifftop, it is a powerfully symbolic site chosen for its resemblance to the Gallipoli coastline. Consequently the Chaplain remarked that being here was the next best thing to being there, 17,000kms away. As I heard this from the fringe of the packed crowd, unable to see any of the ceremony, I realised he was right.
The First World War centenary commemorations are gathering much steam here especially in the approach to ANZAC Day later this month. Back in August, to mark the start of WW1 and very close to where NZ’s declaration of war was made on 5 August 1914, a Field of Remembrance was created in the grounds of parliament.
Clearly not a creed followed by all families.
Another year has been archived and a shiny new one has started.
2014 was great in many ways but all in all, I’m glad it’s goneburger. I’m proud of the odds and sods of travel that I achieved though the majority has yet to make it into this blog. I need to find a faster way of posting! Anyhoo, I’ll keep chipping away and in the meantime there’s new stuff to plan and do.
A big thanks for reading and at times providing the motivation to keep this labour of love going! Happy New Year – I hope 2015 is good to you 🙂
Wellington Harbour from Seatoun, New Year’s Day 2015
John Plimmer was one of Wellington’s founding fathers. In the mid-1800s his property was on a hillside with access down to what was then coastline, and what is now the shopping ‘golden mile’ of Lambton Quay. That path became immortalised into the Plimmer Steps. Mid-way up these steps, dwarfed by the concrete jungle it has silently witnessed rising up, is Plimmer’s Oak, still standing where John Plimmer planted the acorn in his garden.
A touch of winter along the Petone waterfront does not deter a morning stroll.
On Mondays I make an effort to leave work at a reasonable hour to walk home with Mike. In a month or so daylight savings will kick in here; in the meantime over the course of our waterfront journey I get to enjoy the transition from day to night, such as here around Oriental Bay.
The birth of a new occasional series of Wellington snapshots.
I have long admired this sign at one of the inner-city churches. Holy humour.