I feel like Bob Cratchit when his daughter Martha pops out from behind the door.*
Our elder daughter Catherine was unexpectedly in town on a flying visit from her home in Melbourne. She works for an airline and was here on business but was free at lunch time, so the two of us left the airport and went to Spruce Goose in Lyall Bay. It’s always a joy when any of the youngsters return home, however briefly. After an all too brief time together, I dropped her back at the airport and went looking for images despite the awful weather. My first stop was Shelly Bay where the fungus on the old jetty added a bright spot in an otherwise grey scene.
I had to feel sad for everyone on the two cruise ships in town. The Golden Princess and the Pacific Pearl were visiting with perhaps 4,300 passengers between them. I imagine a much smaller proportion than usual trudged through the miserable weather to patronise the shops in the city. A loss for everybody. From Point Halswell, they looked like a pair of beached whales, coming and going through the drifting drizzle.
At home, the rain-spattered weeds in the garden offered a chance to retrieve something from the day. I think this is a buttercup, though something has been nibbling at the edges,
And still it rains.
- A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens