Wellington Harbour is a constant source of pleasure to me.
I like flat calm and perfect reflections. I like blue seas and white sails. I like wind-driven green seas surging ashore. I like squalls shrieking across a storm flattened sea. And I like a grey sea through the delicate veil of rain or fog. In all its moods I like it. Yesterday, it was grey, wet and with winds gusting to 140 km/h. As I went towards the city yesterday, from Petone beach, I spotted the local water ski club doing some high-speed runs in their tow boat. The city and horizon were gone.
In Oriental Bay, the police launch, Lady Elizabeth IV was returning to base, and from there looking North, the port had disappeared.
At Seatoun Beach, the bulk carrier, Super Challenge was departing, apparently unladen. The pilot launch Tarakena was keeping abreast, ready to take the pilot off once they were clear of the harbour.
That’s the end of my day.
* Sea Fever by John Masefield (again)