Editorial
Thrilled to just be here
Every Monday afternoon at 3.30pm for the last three months I have wandered the streets of downtown Queenstown for 45 minutes, killing time waiting for my daughter to finish her dance class. I go down Church Street around the waterfront through Steamer Wharf up Shotover Street down Beach Street, along Rees, back up The Mall along Camp Street down Cow Lane. You get the idea. Drifting.
I meet friends in the street and stop for a chat, I see fellow business owners standing outside their restaurants, bars or shops. I watch for Australian visitors. Like hunting deer in the bush. A sign, any sign of their presence. I shake my head at the painfully inept work ethic of CBD upgrade contractors. I think of that Dire Straits song “…look at those yo yos, that’s the way you do it, money for nothing…”
