Trish came back from Wellington for the weekend for my birthday, and this morning we had coffee at the Saltwater Cafe before we took her to the airport. We hadn't noticed until she pointed out that where there was a simple wall in front of the cafe are these beautiful plaques listing names of boats, arrival dates, and passenger lists of immigrants who arrived at Nelson. I wanted to photograph the line pertinent to her family, but ummm... a bird had pooed on that line. Look!
It makes Trish a fifth- or sixth- generation Nelsonian on one side of the family. Glorious.