Week 13 of Blogging with Friends
Today is a public holiday, giving New Zealand a long weekend. After the lockdown, and with domestic travel approved, many people took the opportunity to leave town. We didn’t, though we’re planning (hopefully) some days away sometime soon. The weather was predicted to be very bad, so when Saturday dawned bright and sunny, we decided to take advantage of it, and go for a walk. We took this particular walk for the first time just a few weeks ago, when lockdown was finally lifted and we could leave our suburb. It felt remote and safe, yet liberating, so was perfect for what we needed at the time. I suspect I’ll always associate this walk with the 2020 pandemic, lockdown, and freedom.
First we drove down the gorge from our suburb, along the motorway that tracks the faultline and the western shore of the harbour, then turning off to go east, along the Petone foreshore, and down the eastern side of the harbour, past the seaside suburbs nestled into the hills and native bush there, till we got to the end of the road.
From there, we went on foot. The unpaved road is gated, but only locals are, I think, allowed through. We walked south, and from that side of the harbour, we look through the heads of the harbour, across the ocean straight down to the South Pole. On Saturday, one or two mountains from the South Island were clear. They were capped with snow, the white peaks sharp against the blue sky. As soon as I saw this scene, I kicked myself for not bringing my camera, and its zoom lens. Though if you click on the photo below, you can just see it in the distance.
The shore is stony – not quite sandy, although in spots there is coarse black sand, and not very rocky.
Shags stand on the few rocks there are, sunning themselves, and enjoying the mild winds, until my photographic efforts caused them to fly off.
There are piles of driftwood, and some hardy plants that I didn’t actually photograph.
We could walk along the beach, but that would be hard work, and risky on dodgy ankles. Besides, the track is clear and smooth, and allows us to keep up a good pace. It winds around the (sadly) gorse-covered hills that come right to the coast, where the occasional intrepid sheep can be spied on the steep slopes. At times we are shaded from the wind, and welcome the relief and the warmth from the sun. That’s when I think it would have been nice to have brought a picnic. Other times, the wind whistles around us, inevitably causing my eyes to water, and by the end of the walk, my ears start to ache from the cold.
The sea is a deep blue, and the sky is a strong blue, interspersed with clean white fluffs of cloud, and the sun – so far from us at this time of year – is very low. There’s not much going on in the harbour, not out close to the entrance. It feels peaceful, private and remote. We could walk further, to get to the lighthouse, and will do that one day, but not today. There are things to do at home. After about 40 minutes walking south, we turn and head back to the car. Our return walk is just as pleasant, and I stop to snap some photos. But walking into the bright sun makes me squint. So much for the grey clouds and rain that were supposed to arrive.