We went to Ferrymead! For Children’s Day! We rode the tram!
Mother was mostly concerned with the light fittings! They were good light fittings. And the ceiling! She has a thing for pressed tin.
We climbed in the butter churn!
And ate chips in the garden of a weatherboard house! (Which does not differ, really, from our every day life!)
We rode something else! A steam train this time!
Mother was mostly concerned with this sign. It was a good sign. She’d like it to hang in her kitchen.
And though it was crawling with people, we found little pockets of stillness. And like so many pockets, that’s where there’s treasure.
One thought on “Cute Christchurch: Ferrymead Heritage Park.”
…youre a treasure in the apron pocket
that is my life…hopefully I dont ram my hanky on you too often and use you instead as a duster