Moving in felt like staying with family friends. To describe my experience of the hospitality would raise unreasonable expectations In the lucky few who succeed me.

Hobson street is Wellington's "Heritage Row". All the neighbours were classically maintained century-old gracious residences. Many of them are official embassies.

We are a vigorous walk from downtown - supermarket shopping, good restaurants and cafe bars are a short walk away.

Wee Jock, official greeter, is rather curious about footwear, though I found no tooth marks in my boots or slippers. His primary focus is in finding a shoelace to undo.

There is no other door in Wellington that I would rather pass through.