Never a Dull Moment

Four years ago, when Charles Turner was just shy of 91, he and his wife emigrated from London to Wellington. “It has worked,” Turner writes in the Telegraph. “We have a large garden with lawn stretching out to the road in the front and a delightful sheltered garden at the back, where scores of birds come every day for food and a wash in our bird bath. There are [also] plenty of art exhibitions here, and we have flown to Christchurch and Auckland for special exhibitions. In the summer, first-class cricket is played on one of the most beautiful, if old-fashioned, grounds in the world, right in the centre of the city. One can sit on grassy banks and enjoy picnics, mix with the players as they go to the nets or shelter from the wind in the old stands – the weather here is, to say the least, not boring. I am a happy man.”