to the south, the violet admonition of thunder
A good book is a lighthouse
a wise man is a lighthouseConscience is a lighthouse
science is a Lighthouse
keep them in your life to remain safe in the rocky and dark waters of life. Mehmet Murat Ildan
Friday, April 14, 2017
26.4.17 A Ruffian Wind
A ruffian wind is bliss, the blind man's comfort station. When I get tired of walking around it, I can always lean into it.
James McNeish
Wellington has become familiar. No longer a new city, on its best behaviour and anxious to create a good impression. Reverting now to its blustery old self.
There is no great rush today... a 10 o'clock sailing to Days Bay
A perfectly flat, seaside road, gravelled, potholed and car free... with tail wind... rushed us non stop all the way to
Pencarrow Heads.
The wild coastline, stony, sharp, steely grey and shades of silver.
The jagged edge of the harbour.
The edge of the world.
They all show the true path.
Cycling to the lighthouse had been our turn at leaning into the wind. Now we tired ourselves cycling around it! Each headland brought us face to face with the laughing northerly wind. Each bay a temporary respite to rest our muscles for the next assault.
Back in Wellington, we braved the wind to dive back into the poets path, searching for those glimmering pearls...the words that spoke of the Wellington we know.
Unruffled by the paparazzi these three models show off the latest in black and white spots.
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