Autumn has come here to New Zealand and Christchurch is looking very lovely with the leaves turning brown.
We took Lily for a walk along the Avon, the river that winds its way back and forth through the centre of the city. It's quite a small river and it is pleasant rather than grand. Its banks are lined with trees and its waters filled with quacking ducks. The city takes some pride in making the river looks nice, which helps to make up for the godawful buildings that overlook it, straight from the Eastern European school of concrete architecture.
Christchurch is a strange combination of Oxford and Bratislava.
