Our climate is like a washing machine.
It spins through various cycles, sometimes three or four different ones in a day. Yesterday began really rough. Interisland ferries and some flights were cancelled. Of course the South coast was the place to go. From the Western end of Lyall Bay, this view across to Pencarrow shows the wind beating the waves flat. Already this was well past the peak of the storm. If you click to enlarge this image and look closely at the rocks on the left, you will see the Bluebridge ferry Santa Regina struggling to make it safely into the harbour. As far as I know she was the first one to attempt the crossing for the day and this was around mid-day.
I drove along the coast towards Owhiro bay, stopping now and then to allow clean-up crews to clear seaweed and driftwood from the road. I was amused by this gaggle of red-billed gulls (Larus novaehollandiae) grumpily waiting for the storm to abate.
Coming back through Houghton Bay, I was impressed at the combination of vicious rocks and heavy ocean swells. This is a washing machine I would not wish to be in.
And around Palmer Head, the P&O cruise liner, Pacific Pearl was coming though the heads bound for Picton. Interestingly, there was no pilot-boat to relieve them of the pilot, so I am guessing that the pilot would be flown back or catch the next ferry. She had been in port for almost two days which is very unusual for a cruise liner, but perhaps they wanted to protect their passengers from the worst of the storm.
That’s it for today.
* from “Cargoes” by John Masefield.