Tap to tick. It remembers.
Nothing to achieve. One very good dinner.
Wheels up for Wellington.
Drop the bags and change. Nothing scheduled in this hour.
The Sofitel's restaurant. French and New Zealand cooking over a flame grill, in a botanical-themed room with an open copper kitchen.
Miramar in the morning, the coast at lunch, a river all afternoon, blossom after dark.
At the hotel. We leave at nine.
A 90-minute guided tour of the studio that builds creatures, armour, weapons and prosthetics for film. Then the Wētā Cave shop next door.
A domed marble memorial on a headland above the harbour. A quick stop for the view across the city, the water and the hills.
Scorch-O-Rama sits on the sand at Scorching Bay, on the sheltered side of the peninsula. We'll take the coast road round through Seatoun and Breaker Bay to get there.
Open river flats on the Hutt, an hour out of the city. Two hours with nothing planned — a blanket, a thermos, and the water.
Hundreds of cherry trees at Kaitoke, lit up at night. We're a few weeks ahead of peak bloom, so expect buds and lights rather than a full canopy. Bring the warm layers — it's properly cold out there.
Pan-Asian sharing plates in a laneway off Cuba Street.
Kaffee Eis on Courtenay Place, four minutes from the table. Then home.
Water on both sides of it, and a beach at the end.
No alarm. Saturday was long.
Flat and paved right along the water, city on one side and boats on the other. Two easy kilometres.
Beachfront at Lyall Bay, looking out at the surf. Mediterranean small plates and pizza, with tables outside. Rio's welcome on the deck.
Straight out onto the sand so Rio can run. Then home.
Three days, one very good Saturday, and a garden full of cherry trees deciding whether it's spring yet.
Forecast checked Wednesday 2 September — it'll shift a little before we go.