I got into a real time squeeze yesterday.
The day was almost at an end with nothing useful in the can. I drove out along the Eastern Bays until I stopped at Day’s Bay. If any of you are fans of Katherine Mansfield, this is the setting for the short story “At the Bay“. No visible remnant of that scene remains save only the wharf, the crescent of the bay, and the ever-present sighing of the water.
The Day’s Bay jetty is where the steamer Cobar used to come. No more. The modern diesel-powered catamarans come and go like buses, a mere portion of Wellington’s commuter system, delivering workers from their offices to suburbia.
Dark overcast clouds were lit from below by the setting sun. I wonder what Katherine Mansfield would recognise the scene of her family excursions.
That’s all today.
- At the bay by Katherine Mansfield