This has the makings of a long winter, and in theory we are still in Autumn.
Nevertheless, there is something to be seen each day, provided I manage my time somewhat better than I have recently. Mary is still working while I am very happily retired. It seems only fair that I pick up some portion of domestic duties, but as a lifelong procrastinator, this sometimes gets me into trouble. Yesterday I needed to be at home for the grandchildren to come from school. This left me with a bit of a scramble, and it was perhaps too ambitious to fit in a trip down the Wainuiomata Coast Road before I had to be back. But that’s what I did.
Despite the vicious wind of the preceding days the South Coast was comparatively calm, and the only thing of immediate interest was the big vehicle carrying vessel Violet Ace passing briefly into Wellington before moving on to Lyttelton.
A quick side trip into the Catchpool Valley offered a view of the mist over the hills. Despite the wind having dropped away, things were still grey and damp.
At the ford, I looked upstream and despite the high water level, the stream was prettily calm. I have taken this before in different circumstances.
A jab in the ankle might cause alarm in some countries but with no snakes and relatively few harmful spiders, the reaction is irritation rather than panic. It was just a thistle, but the water droplets and the spikes seemed worth a closer look.
See you tomorrow.