Day 17: Sunny day in Lyttelton

Slept in till ten and then took a walk at the end of the road towards the summit of the mountain behind Lyttelton, There's a building visible at the top which I think is the base for the Christchurch cable car, but I didn't get that far, turning off to follow another branch back down again. All the walks around here tend to follow the same pattern; walk uphill until your legs give way, then turn around and let gravity bring you down again.

I kept going into the village itself and had a craft beer at the Civil and Naval bar--quite a homey, older-style place in the main street. It was a wheat beer brewed by the Three Boys company, who are quite well known here, and a very nice one.

Back to the accommodation to do some washing and have lunch. Getting quite hot, so I just hung about till three and then took another similar walk up something called the Bridle Track, though I pity any poor horses who had to do it. This was a little busier--one lad whizzing down on a bicycle and a couple of pairs of people who seemed to be doing the whole thing for exercise. I chickened out after half-an-hour or so and came back down for another beer, in the local brewery this time. It was a stout, and OK, but not as good as the Christchurch porter I had in Te Anau.

Had a look at the ferry, which I might take tomorrow to Diamond Harbour, and then home for a rest. There are lots of DVDs here to watch, so I am picking out some favourites.

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