A wonderful Wellington whirlwind in a weekend of weddings and wanderings.

Mirror masts.

Free to skate, free to be.

Please leave.

Towering intimidation.

Holly and her furry fan.

Ponder posts.

A house of holy, for generations in war with that of the neighbouring abode,

… occupied by the wicked Wellington Witch, whose roof is stained with the blood of innocents.

A boat of beauty.

Too much square for the chair.

A sight to ease all worry.

To be admired and unretired.

Petal pout.

Perched, in everlasting suspense.

Kick back.

Farewell Wellington.

Until next time.

Peace.

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