It was a soft day.
Despite the persistent drizzle, Mary and a friend went walking around the hills. When they came back, Mary persuaded me that it was worth coming back with her to where she had seen a patch of nasturtiums gathering water droplets in large jewels until the weight of water caused the leaf to tip and then the process would start all over. I wonder if this was a predecessor to Wellington’s Bucket Fountain. Next time there are similar conditions I should see if I can catch the tipping mechanism in action.
We had some shopping to do and decided that when we had finished, it would be nice to have a light lunch and a glass of wine. Unfortunately, it seems everyone else get the same idea when it rains. By now the rain had increased markedly, so each time we stopped we ran from the car to the restaurant doorway only to find a queue of equally soaked patrons. With a ten minute wait for a table and a forty minute wait after that for food we looked elsewhere. After failing at three of our favourite restaurants we gave up and were driving through Oriental Bay when I noticed that the Beach Babylon restaurant appeared to have empty seats. Happily they were welcoming and served us some great food and a nice Cabernet Sauvignon. When we were done, I took the opportunity to cross the road and try to capture the spirit of the day.
Oriental Bay was almost deserted and apart from the odd wandering pedestrian, the only sign of life was a disconsolate lifeguard sitting at his post guarding a beach where no-one was swimming .
Back at home in the afternoon, I enjoyed a brief siesta, and then relaxed until I noticed the clouds wreathed over the hills across the valley. This is pretty much the same view as my sunrise image from yesterday.
Now that the painters have arrived to work on our house, the forecast is much the same for the next week.