The first winter cold is upon me and my enthusiasm is blunted.
It will take more that a mere head cold to stop me, though the imagination may be less than it is on better days. Lowering grey cloud and a mean residual Northerly made yesterday less than pleasant to be out there. I began on the Petone foreshore where much of the distant landscape was obscured by mist. The Northerly was blowing away from the beach, so there are no visible waves.
The wind had been so strong in the previous days that three forty-foot containers had blown into the sea from the container terminal, and one of them had floated ashore at Oriental Bay. I decided that it was interesting but not a great picture, so I went on around the harbour to Shelly Bay where the dilapidated old wharf was getting slapped about by the chop .
Out at Pt Halswell Light, the concrete walkway was disappearing under the waves, and the view to the North was even more limited than the view from Petone.
Through the Pass of Branda into Breaker Bay and along to Flax Bay, I thought the threatening sky to the South East was worth a shot. The white paint on the upper and lower lights at Pencarrow gave a nice contrast.
Now excuse me while I feel sorry for myself and sip a whisky.