After a storm last night, littering our deck with pine cones and branches, the day dawned relatively calm, but cold. It was one of those brilliant Wellington days that is crisper and clearer and shinier than almost anywhere else. A day when I needed to be out, when I needed to breathe fresh air and take some exercise and feel the sun on my cheeks. So I summoned my
driver husband, and concocted an excuse (a bill needed to be paid) and we set off. After paying the bill, we headed off to the bay for a coffee – only my second in about three or four weeks. (Maybe that explains why I have the energy to write this now.) and then we took a walk around the shore.
It was chilly, but beautiful. The sea was calm, a pretty ice blue. Joggers loped past, a mum and her two little girls scooted by, each with a scooter that fit just right. Some young people were playing around with a video camera, and another man with a very impressive large lens was taking photographs of the seagulls out on the pontoon, with a clear view up the Hutt Valley to the Tararua ranges. An old lady walked along the sand, the owner it seemed of the little dog running around happily, if illegally, on the beach. An old man gave her a piece of his mind about the dog as we walked by.
I was wearing a winter coat for the first time this winter, and as we turned back, into the wind, I was glad of it. It was good though to be out, to be able to walk even those few hundred metres, especially as a southerly is due to come in this afternoon. The wind now is picking up, but the sun is still shining, and warm on my back through the windows. I’ll take what I can get.