Things all happened late in the day.
I had stayed around home most of the day as scaffolding was being erected on preparation for a repaint of our house. It has lasted ten years in a windy salt-laden environment, so I hope this job lasts as well. When I finally went wandering I went to Cornish Street and the start of the track up to the Korokoro dam. The first time I encountered this track, there were no bridges, and we had taken our shoes off and on again four times before we realised that wet feet were inevitable. My memory says the path crossed and re-crossed the stream thirty-four times. Now the path is almost a highway and you need not wet your feet even once.
The stream runs in a steep-sided heavily bush-clad valley and there is a lot of bird life. I must go back there properly equipped for that, but yesterday I had just the short lens with me. Never mind. I enjoyed the plentiful bird song and the beauty of the bush.
As the evening wore on, there was a nice light on the harbour and the wind seemed to have dropped. There was a substantial fleet of yachts out near Point Howard, so I went for a closer look. I was a little too late for the best light as the fleet was in the shadow of the Western Hills by the time I got there. And that business about the wind dropping was a lie.
The local yacht club seems to run handicap races in which various classes of yacht race each other and the clock. It is obviously a popular event at the end of a working week as I estimate there were over twenty vessels competing.
That’s it for the day.