This week it seemed as if winter had indeed arrived. Temperatures of 14 degrees C put me in a miserable mood all week, as to add insult to injury our central heating was not working. But today the sun reappeared, and after a day stuck in my office working on some frustrating documents, I badly needed some fresh air and exercise.
So I met my husband after work for a walk around the Bay. After days of rain and wind, the air was clear, giving sharp views up the valley. The late summer sun was low, casting long shadows and making colour seem deeper, more saturated, riper and richer. The harbour was busy. The InterIslander ferry pulled out on the other side of the harbour, heading for the South Island three hours away. Rowing crews were making their way back to shore, their coaches yelling instructions from their motor-boat. Two swimmers rounded the buoy, and then about 20 kayakers came from the opposite direction, made their turns, their paddles flicking up droplights caught by the late sunlight. The footpath was busy too. I didn’t see Helen in her pink gloves, but there were many joggers enjoying the evening, and more sedately, workers from the city made their way home. Even the seagulls were gathered on the sand enjoying the evening, and as the sun faded they took their baths.
After the last few days the air was still chilly. The biggest impact of the icy blast that hit us early this year however was the most devastating. The gelato shop was closed. Summer really is over.