On the other hand the terns seem to have gone back to wherever they were. A solitary bird remained on that decaying wharf in Evans Bay.
As a friend observed, there are too many people at Scorching Bay for them to have shifted their roost to there. On the other hand, a little shag was sitting on a rock nearby watching me cautiously. The little shag is distinguished from the pied shag by its smaller size and by its stubby beak.
On the way back round the Peninsula I spotted this sturdy little fishing boat coming into Evans Bay. She is the San Antonino, and I believe her to be owned by the Muollo family, one of the long-established Italian families of Island bay. I am not sure if it was the same boat or a predecessor of the same name that was involved in the rescue of passengers from the stricken Wahine in that dreadful storm on 10 April, 1968.
Passing through Shelly Bay, I observed that the derelict wharves that were once part of the flying boat base seem to have sprouted a veritable forest. Wind-blown seedlings have established themselves, but they surely can’t be deep-rooted.
That’s the day.