Last weekend I was lucky enough to get most of Saturday off courtesy of Mr Oh Waily. I spent it walking and cheering.
So that sounds like an odd combination, and it would be if I were doing it all in one activity, but no. I didn’t. Late morning I took myself off on a walk that I’d been wanting to do for some time and knew would not be possible with the little people yet.
The Pencarrow Lighthouse had been nagging at me for a few months, but as Mr Oh Waily spent most of the first couple of months of the year gadding about overseas, I had to put it off. But on Saturday I finally got to do it. Here’s a link to the Google Map for those who aren’t familiar with Wellington. And, here’s a link to a bit of the history of the lighthouse for the curious.
Naturally at this time of year the weather was a bit hit and miss. I started out in sun only to be greeted fairly shortly into the walk by a rain front coming up from the south and across the Strait. This made my plan to stop and take my time photographing things a bit difficult. In the end I managed to get some photographs before the rain and at the lighthouse but that was all. So here they are…
Yes, it’s true. We are a nation of sheep. They even go to the beach like the rest of us when the sun is out.
No, really – all the way along the walk they were either on the beach, under the scrub or hanging off the side of a cliff. Although, as you can tell, they aren’t fond of surprise visitors gate-crashing their seaside picnic.
And while the sun was out I was chased and flirted with, then flitted off from by a huge number of Silvereyes (or Wax-eyes – you tell me what the difference is?) so I was lucky enough to find a tree they decided to sit in at one point. Otherwise they’d have kept giving me the bird equivalent of a thumbed nose and there would’ve been no actual wildlife photographs at all. (Sheep don’t count.)
And, a slightly different angle after waiting patiently for another one to land and hang around.
I like them. They’re pretty, small, nippy and cheery birds to watch playing amongst themselves. I’m also amazed that I managed to get even one image vaguely in focus considering how fast they move, the large lense that I had on the camera and my own innate wobbliness.
So some time later (approximately an hour and a half – thanks rain & wind) the stubborn person that I am, made it out to the lower lighthouse. It turns out that I could not have timed my eventual arrival any better. Serendipitous I’d have to say. The Interisland Ferry just happened to be entering the harbour just as I arrived at my destination.
And it came so darn close to shore I could probably have had a chat with the Master.
It would’ve been nice, at this point to have caught a ride back to town, as I discovered that my walking shoes were not quite as broken in as I had thought. Ouchie. A nasty big blister eventually appeared by the time I made it back to the car and Eastbourne.
But it’s a small price to pay for having knocked off a walk that I’d been wanting to do for ages. Next time I’ll give the upper lighthouse a go, but only if it’s not windy.
After a short while at home feeling like the conquering hero and bragging to my small people about how fabulous their Mum was at walking for miles and miles and miles, I got myself and my dodgy blistered feet back into the car and drove in to town. I was going to have a night at the rugby.
Capping off a great day out, the lovely boys in the background gave the visiting Waratahs what for. I couldn’t have asked for a better end to the day.
Have you had a day out lately? What did you get up to? Something fun, challenging or both?