If you walk down the lane, you find a small park. The park that is filled with subversive art installations. There are murals on the wall, planted natives for the future, a giant kaleidoscope… Christchurch is has hidden quirks.
There is a tree-stump about shin height. I looled down and found this small door.
I opened it.
Inside I discovered a Gap Cache Log Book. It recorded entries from people who chanced upon the logbook, as I did.
Christchurch after the quakes is a place full of human strength and resilience. There are signs of life, if you choose to pay attention.