I'M ENCOUNTERING a greater curiosity these days from Wellingtonians, and those from further afield, about what it is like to live in Wairarapa.
I speak about this after three weekends in a row in Wellington, assisting my wife at the Underground Market on the waterfront.
Wellington was in a particularly vibrant mood, hosting the World of Wearable Arts shows, and enjoying the influx of tourists who wanted to dine, shop and take in the market before the day's show.
Most Wellingtonians "know" Wairarapa in the sense of a sojourn to sunnier climes for the day, in the same manner that a Londoner might head over to Suffolk for some Constable-themed timeout. Aucklanders at least know it as a wine region.
But I know it as a place to live, and can compare it with living in middle-class suburbia for years in Wellington.