Whoosh

There was a -3C frost first thing and it seemed to take an age to feel vaguely less cold in the continued biting sou’westerly wind.

I decided to go into town to get my weekly bits and pieces - library, supermarket, dog food and a visit to a friend who is now home from having three stents put in. He’s looking grey, but is on the mend.

Bean and I walked round Cape Wanbrow to the sound of skylarks: they are a real sign of the changing season and a joy to hear.

The sea was rolling in with great whooshes as the surf hit the beach below. The backwash was frothy and wild.

The extra shows the Oamaru breakwater doing its job keeping the water relatively calm in the harbour.

If you look carefully the wharf at bottom right is covered with shags. It’s a huge roost with one of the largest local populations. All the boats in the harbour have nets covering them to prevent the shags roosting on board and creating a stink with their poo.

Cracking cloudage.