It was a day for the harbour.
Sadly there was a brisk and chilling Southerly most of the day, and the chance of still water or reflections is small when that is happening. Passing through Oriental Bay at mid day , I was diverted by the spectacle of someone enjoying a novel ride. My searching suggests that this device is called a flyboard. Whatever it is called, it consists of some downward pointing water jets connected by a long flexible hose to a powerful jet ski mounted water pump. Steering seems to by shifting body weight. Though it looks to be a handful, this rider still had time for a selfie-stick.
I ate my lunch by the road side in Evans Bay where I could watch the inbound airport traffic.
The late evening offered a golden glow and a much diminished wind, though still strong enough for the local yacht club to run one of its regular handicap races. Sail cloth lit up by the setting sun is very appealing to me.
Though the wind was less than it had been earlier in the day it was still sufficient to make the yachts heading for the finishing line heel significantly.
The hut on Pt Howard wharf was where the race marshalls sat and blasted a hooter each time a yacht crossed the line. Most of the crews lowered the sails after crossing the line as the sun got lower in the sky, and the day reached its conclusion.
Enough for the day.
- Sea Fever by John Masefield