There is much going on in my head. There are competitions to prepare for, and a portfolio to create. The weather has turned mean after a prolonged summer, but I keep trying.
Earlier in the week, I spent a little time on the South coast in Tarakena Bay where there was a view across the grey waters of the Strait.
Yesterday, I wandered around the Ian Poole Reserve in Wainuiomata, and in a patch of bush was astonished to find a quite large vessel that had been there long enough for trees to grow up between it and the access road.
From there, I went South down the coast road where the greyness was absolute, so I focused on the toetoe whipping around in the vicious wind.
This morning, I passed through Upper Hutt over the hill at Wallaceville. From there the view back towards Emerald Hill and beyond to the Southern foothills of the Tararuas was enhanced by the crepuscular rays sneaking through the crowds.
Over the ridge in Whiteman’s Valley, I found a stream that seemed worth a look.
And that’s all I have this time.