The sun showed up, and so did I.
At Point Jerningham, the view up the harbour to the valley and to the Tararuas was a delight. Glittering water, and misty mountains were enhanced by the yacht and the motor boat.
In Evans Bay, there were a few hopeful surfers, but no real surf that I saw. There was no wind so I took the risk of getting the camera down to sand-level to see this tranquil view out to the South. Nothing that way but ice.
Over the fence, beside the new “Spruce Goose” restaurant, adjacent to the RNZAF hangar, a P3 Orion was sitting on the runway with its APU whistling loudly. This is a rare visitor to Wellington, and they are more usually seen at Whenuapai or Ohakea. In my young days, you could walk onto an airfield and take pictures. It is rare now that you get an unimpeded view of the aircraft. In this case I held my camera over my head and grabbed the shot over the wire fence. Without access to the viewfinder, I didn’t notice that I had amputated the Magnetic Anomaly Detector (MAD) stinger at the tail of the aircraft. That’s the bit that detects the likely presence of a submarine.
Back at the Western end of the beach, a pair of gulls were finding something to eat in a clump of seaweed left washed on the beach.
And that’s all I have for today