It was fortunate that we chose this reasonably bright morning to transport the last garden parasol to its winter quarters in the orange shed, and to carry the wooden patio chairs to the comparative safety of the narrow area beside one side of the house, for no sooner had we finished than the clouds darkened necessitating lights being turned on in the sitting room, and once again we were treated to rivulets flowing down our windows.
After lunch we braved the rain and drove to Milford on Sea, by which time it had desisted somewhat in order for us to watch
flocks of gulls and crows sharing drinks in the plentiful puddles on the car park littered with pebbles dashed onto it from the adjacent stretch of shingle
by the turbulent sea’s tossed up spray-bearing waves.
In the distance on the promenade along which two young boys cycled could be seen a little dog in a red coat.
By the time he and his owner reached our vantage point I was ready for them, and encouraged by the windswept woman who advised her pet that a suitable pose would be in order.
Further into the forest we noticed the brightness the rain had lent to the now sun kissed sage lichen
and red-brown bracken
in the Wootton woodland.
A pair of cormorants conversed on their customary perches in Hatchet Pond.
We arrived home just in time for the next deluge.
This evening we dined on tempura and hot and spicy prawn preparations with Jackie’s colourful savoury rice topped with a thick omelette. We both drank Wairau Cove Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc 2021.