The last of the long distance travellers flew out yesterday.
Mary and I went to the airport to say goodbye to David, Rowena, Grace and Isaac, as they prepared to fly home to Brisbane. I shall miss them enormously, but it is right and proper that they should be back in their own home environment, for home, work and schools. As we sat in the food court at the airport, I caught Isaac peering around his father’s shoulder.
While we waited for the gates to the international departure lounge to be opened, one of Air New Zealand’s newest Airbus A320 all decked out in the new black and white livery was backed out and at this moment, the tug has just disconnected the drawbar, and a Beech 1900D is waiting on a taxiway for clearance to proceed to its gate. And then they were gone.
On the way back around Evans Bay, I spotted the dive tender, Guru. Apart from car carriers, this must be one of the ugliest vessels afloat. A catamaran, it was designed specifically as a dive tender, so I really hope she performs better than she looks. As you can see, the persistent fog is not yet fully dispersed.
After further unsuccessful attempts to find a photo of the day, I resorted to still life using one of the roses which marked our recent 44th wedding anniversary.
Something different tomorrow.