Slowly, slowly, life will come back to normal.
The photographic convention is behind us, and though it was hugely enjoyable, it disrupted the normal flow of life. Yesterday’s programme started at some ridiculously early hour, on the Hutt River in the Taita Gorge. Since I was staying at home rather than on-site, I had to drive there even earlier.As I crossed the bridge at Silverstream, there was some mist swirling on the river and on the paddocks near St Patrick’s College. Of course, I stopped to seize the moment. Just as well, when the convention participants emerged half an hour later, the mist had gone.
Nevertheless, at the convention, I learned some things about seeing, and though I was at first inclined to move on, I paused to revisit the weir. I was astonished at the amount of scouring that seems to have occurred downstream from the weir since my last visit.
In the afternoon, I helped guide a group through the Pauatahanui reserve, and as the participants scattered on the various pathways, I went to the Southern hide and saw a cluster of shags against the glittering water.
In the hide near Grays Rd, we learned that there was a pied stilt sitting on a clutch of eggs in the little scrape that passes for a nest. The day ended with food, drink and entertainment and that is all I have to say about that.
More tomorrow after which normal service should resume.