skyring

Beauty and books. That's the message of the past couple of days. Friday we walked through this beautiful autumn city from bookshop to bookshop. I was good, though I bent enough to buy a guide to Amsterdam, venue for next year's convention.

Dinner at the Dux de Lux. Newk and I got stuck into the red, again, and had a grand and rowdy time.

Meet'n'greet at the Cathedral Grammar School. More fun, welcomes, hugs. Books. Lots of books. There was an icebreaker game, played with books and people, airmiles and smiles. "Where in the world is Skyring?"

I rang up home later. My son answered. "Where are you now, Dad?"

Saturday was the day for release walking. Again, Newk and I were out of control, pressing each others buttons, making awful puns, leaving books in unlikely places.

But Christchurch is the real star here. What a lovely city it is! The weather was mild and the leaves golden. We stuck books in trees, on benches, and dropt onto a passing punt.

Lunch at the Arts Centre, home of a million great release spots. Then talks and presentations back at the school, including a live Skype video link with Bookcrossing's CEO.

Dinner and trivia. This didn't work out well at all. My team didn't win.

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