venerdì 30 marzo 2018

A trip down memory lane.

Shelley and I went for a walk in the Wellington Botanic Gardens today.
I took her up to Magpie Lawn where we used to play as kids. You could see our house in Garden Road from there but I think that the trees have grown too big now.



Many a rugby match was played on this lawn. Sometimes Robert got into 
a snot if he was on the losing side and buggered off home with his ball.


We, the not so brave Garden Road Boys (aka The Prowse Brothers),
climbed the less steep parts of this bank and bragged about doing 
the steep bits one day.
This was also the bank that The Kelburn Boys climbed down to terrorise us.
The Kelburn Boys were older (probably by about 3 years) and dressed as Bodgies.
You were in the shit if they caught you. The Garden Road Boys knew to scamper down the hill quickly when they were sighted.

The were also The Tinakori Road Boys to watch out for.


Many paths and sights bring back lots of memories.


You're not allowed to feed the ducks bread anymore.

There's a sign telling you that you have to feed them the grain that is provided. I can't see The Tinakori Road Boys bothering to read that!



Health and Saftey has also had its way with the Children's Playground.
The big dangerous slide and the rocking roundabout thing are both gone, as is the swing boat.


Safe covered plastic slide - for babies and girls!

Kids these days are getting too soft! I wonder how they'd go against The Kelburn Boys?
The Garden Road Boys may have lost a fight or two but we didn't go running home crying to mummy!


One of the main paths.



We walked up to Kelburn (Phew! No sign of The Kelburn Boys) and had a ride on the cable car with a lot of tourists.
Like the ducks and the playground, the cable car has gone all Health and Saftey too.

There's a little museum that has one of the original cable cars on display (actually there were earlier models but this is the one we rode in the 60s, 70s and 80s). Shelley and I looked at each other and smiled. Shelley pointed to the outside seats and told a couple of overseas tourists how we used to ride up there all the time. No one with any self respect held onto the leacher straps.




5 commenti:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Now this is more like it. A good post if you take no notice of the spelling mistakes.

Those Garden Road Boys sound like they were nancies. You're just lucky that the Liardet Street Boys didn't come over and give you a hiding.

Ha, you probably would have been hiding (a Liardet Street Boys joke there).

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Actually, The Liardet Street Boys would more likely have stepped in to help your sinny arses (well I guess that all but one of your arses was skinny) against the Kelburn Boys.

We were like Lone Rangers.

Hi Ho Silver!

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

My spelling has gone downhill since I've moved closer to being bilingual. Sorry about that. BTW The Garden Road Boys stick their fingers up at The Liardet Street Boys. Marist Thorndon generally beat Marist Newtown at rugby. So there! At our school we didn't let the nancy boys skive off and play soccer. Only those with a note from their doctor were allowed to play 'the beautiful game'.Brother Benedict knew how to treat boys!

Robert ha detto...
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THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

So now do you understand my frustration with Robert's blog?