My day was wiped out yesterday, spent in the A&E department of Wellington Hospital with a family member.
When I was released from duty I made a hasty trip further South to Lyall Bay, where solid green waves were exploding onto the airport sea wall.
The sun was shining, but that dogged Northerly persisted, making the planes coming in from the South wobble on their approach.
Down in the bay, there were twenty or thirty surfers waiting for the right wave to catch their next ride. Every so often a sequence of suitable waves would arrive and there was the usual scramble to get in the right place for what seems to be an all too short ride. With that many riders in such a short space, there were inevitably some close misses, but I saw no actual collisions.
Now and then the waves would be green and weighty and I liked this guy on a stand-up paddle board who seemed perilously close to the rocky sea wall beside the airport runway. I am happy to report that my daughter is recovering from her mishap.
That’s all for now.