The cruise liner got lucky.
It came and went on the one fine day in this week’s forecast. I was on my way to have lunch in town with a good friend and former colleague. I had to drop an emergency lunch pack at Normandale School for my grandson, Cooper, who had lost his lunch (later found in the refrigerator at home). This brought me onto Dowse Drive in Maungaraki, from where the harbour was calm and clear.
Having arrived in the city ahead of schedule, I wandered the streets with my camera, and was thus mistakenly identified on two occasions as a passenger from the Sun Princess. In Lambton Quay, I happened to glance skywards and saw a spectacular cloudscape. I am told by an authoritative meteorological source, that these are altocumulus clouds. The patterns had dissipated with about 20 minutes.
Down at ground level, the denizens of the many buildings nearby were out in the all-too-brief sunshine, enjoying their lunch on the grass of Midland Park.
On the corner of the park there is a statue of Katherine Mansfield. Perhaps it was the element of compulsion that caused my dislike, but for one reason or another I was never fond of Mansfield’s writing. And having read some of the biographies, I was not an admirer of her as a person. I am willing to concede that better qualified people than I regard her as something of a literary giant in the short story genre. Coming back to Virginia King’s statue, it seems to bear a very vague resemblance to Mansefield herself, but I see it as more of a symbolic tribute than a realistic representation.
Modern sculpture occurs in many forms, and this elegant hollow stainless steel statue with its laser-cut words is a piece of engineering genius, and perhaps even artistic genius.
And now the weather is back.