This woman used to be my boss. She kept a plastic bowl under the desk for her feet. She used to correct posters around the office complex that had taken liberties with grammar and spelling. As a fresh graduate she pointed me in the direction of marketing and sent me off to learn the craft of copywriting. Now, 9 years later I am invading her and her husband’s new life adventure in Christchurch for a week.
Let’s talk about work life balance, the Mecca of modern day life, well today I saw what it actually could look like. As we drove out to the coast, 20 minutes into our journey the route turned through the port hills, pushed us over the edge to the summit road leading to Akaroa and revealed a sight that so many people had promised my face pre departure.
I didn’t get a picture because I was widening my eyes to fit it all in, but let’s just say it had delicious mountains, a glistening bay, cotton clouds and well you get the drift. I think a 20 minute equivalent drive in the East Midlands would land your vista firming at Derby.
Akaroa is a French and British settlement on the Banks peninsula; not bad looking for a place that was once a volcano. It’s also quite handily stuffed with seals, dolphins and blue penguins.
Work life balance has never looked so good.
En route to Banks Peninsula we stopped off at a bay called Barry. I’m not sure how they bestow the names of bays in NZ, nor how this bay particular came to be named Barry, but right on his edge the good folk of the peninsula are churning out cheese. I can confirm Barry’s cheese was a delight.