Wild winds continue to plague the supposedly warm season.
I followed the Wainuiomata Coast Road to the South Coast where nothing was happening, or at least nothing that caught my eye. Hare’s tail grass was thrashing frantically under the unrelenting force of the Northerly.
A few kilometres up the road I went into the Catchpool Valley and from the ford across the stream looked to the North. The steep hills protected the river from the wind.
From the top of the Wainuiomata Hill, the view over the harbour was flat and the clarity spoiled by the salt in the air. Down at the Hutt Estuary, a pair of Royal Spoonbills were foraging in the mud. This one was crippled and was limping badly.
The switch has been pulled and from now on, pohutukawa trees in the region will burst into brief but magnificent blossom.
I’m tired, so off to bed.