Yesterday morning, at some ungodly hour, Sarah contacted me and asked if I wanted to climb the Bridle Path with her. In my delirious, somewhat half asleep state I agreed.
So at an hour that most people I know would still be sleeping, I found myself climbing up one very steep hill.
This is the view from a bit over half way up, looking down on the Heathcote Valley.
On the way down I slipped on the shingle path and made a mess of my left leg. It was quite bloody and gross, but Sarah’s mother cleaned it up for me.
This is it much later in the night, after the bloody and redness was gone.
After David and I had dinner on the verandah last night, Chloe came round to go star gazing. We got talking about the Bridle Path and I went on a google search to find images of the steep path.
I ended up coming across this website http://canterburyheritage.blogspot.com/ which has some crazy and very cool old images of Christchurch.
This was the first one I found. I think its really awesome. On the way to our walk we missed the turn off and ended up driving through the tunnel and having to turn back.
There was a lot of discussion on how well the tunnel had aged considering how used it is and how old it is.
One of the things I love about that image is the depiction of cyclists going through the tunnel. Something we know is quite laughable now (except for that one day a year they allow it.)