Wakefield (named after the English town of the same name) is twenty-five kilometres south of Nelson. I went there on Sunday, to a quilting exhibition. In fact, I was going to please a friend but was pleasantly surprised (I did not take pictures because the light was not very good). Traditional motifs and more modern interpretations of quilts were both very impressive. Nothing was for sale, at least not officially, and I found it refreshing to see no active promotion. I could not help thinking, however, that if ever these quilts were for sale, the price tag would astronomical. And that even exorbitant prices would be well below their true value because each quilt represents hundreds or even thousands of hours of work, no doubt.
I stopped at the Anglican Church, after the exhibition. It was founded in 1846 and is one of the oldest churches in New Zealand. The door was locked, unfortunately, and I could only glimpse at the magnificent kauri benches, a precious wood from New Zealand. The cemetery is also one of the oldest in the country and I read a few epitaphs, as I always do. It is a small wooden cross which, however, moved me the most.
On the way home, I bought some organic figs on the side of the road. A beautiful autumn sun accompanied me throughout the journey. In short, a perfect day.