One weekend a month is a time-management nightmare.
To be truthful, so are the rest of them, but the weekend after the first Tuesday is the one where I have to produce the camera club newsletter. Of course, other people write segments, but no two use the same software, and several of them leave the grammar to me. When the newsletter is due, the picture(s) of the day fit in where they may. What’s more, we were going to a friends for dinner, so a bit of “shoe-horning” was required. I haven’t been to Hikoikoi for a while.
On a fine afternoon such as yesterday, the debris from recent storms seems less obtrusive, but one piece of storm-wrack seems to have found its way home. The poor old Maree K sat stranded on the sea-wall for six months after she was washed up in the storm back in June. Eventually, after a few complaints to the council, she was refloated and hauled up on the slip from which she was washed in the first place. I have seen no sign of repairs since then.
Across the bridge, looking back to the area from Port Rd, you can get a sense of the ramshackle nature of the little bay and its boatsheds. I suppose that is the source of its charm.
That’s all for now.