Some days it would be better to remain silent.
Today might be such a day. As I often do, I left my run very late, and the light was flat to begin with. Takapu road runs up a narrow valley near Tawa and heads North Eastward behind Porirua. In the right circumstances it can be quite pretty. Yesterday the circumstances were less than great.
In the gathering gloom, I attempted to capture the chilly creek that twisted down the valley.
A little further in, I found this little white pony that wanted to investigate the stranger at its fence. It came close, and accepted a pat on the nose and then wandered off disappointed. And that sums up my day.
One more day till Queenstown.