Our city has a reputation for the speed at which its atmosphere moves past. It’s citizens get defensive, and some are even in denial. However, for a week now, the harbour and other bodies of water have ranged from ruffled to tempestuous.
But let’s start at the beginning. The annual exhibition of the Hutt Camera Club ended on Sunday, but prior to that I spent time at the desk, welcoming visitors and answering questions. At the end of my shift, I went across the road to the Cherry Blossom walk in Riddiford gardens. They are performing beautifully.
On Friday, our daughter-in-law Rowena and our granddaughter Grace flew in from Brisbane to see the World of Wearable Art show. Before they moved to Australia, Grace was a frequent visitor. Sadly, trips are much less frequent than they used to be and much more valued. Our mischievous little imp has become a tall beautiful young woman who has to bend over a long way to give her Gran a hug, and Gran has to stand on tip toes to receive it. It was a delight to have them both stay with us, and now they have gone again.
This morning I wandered looking for my insights the blustery weather might give. I drove around Miramar Peninsula beginning at Evan’s Bay. The wind was lifting sheets of water and slapping waves into the oil wharf.
Around the peninsula at Breaker Bay, the spiteful nature of the wind was evidenced by the great curtains of spray blowing out near the harbour entrance. The growl of jet engines alerted me to an Airbus A320 climbing out after an aborted approach to the airport. This was a seriously gusty day.
Near Moa Point, I saw the ferry Kaiarahi on the horizon With the wind on her beam, I am guessing it was a lively crossing for her passengers. More howling overhead indicated another captain slamming the throttles wide open to abort the landing of a Q300 turboprop from Nelson. I hope for a quick return to calmer days.
If nothing else it might keep the cherry blossoms around for longer.