Auckland’s wet, chilly winter feels interminable. Sure, the temperature rarely dips below freezing except maybe during the coldest weeks from late-June to mid-July, and yes it never snows, and of course the worst is over by August.
But you get tired of the shifting from cold, dry spells to the not-as-cold snotty, spitting precipitation, the skies only now-and-then clearing as the sun warms the air to the low- to mid-60’s only to dip back down to the 40’s by nightfall with…more rain.
Sometimes, though, a fog rolls in on a mixed front. That can be of interest. The fog was so bad last Monday, more than 50 domestic flights were cancelled or delayed.
We couldn’t see three feet in front of us, being bipeds, but we could see four feet in front of us, technically speaking, if we faced each other.
“Are you going to sit there all day and watch soap operas ?” Jacquie said. “Or are we going to go out and enjoy the morning?”
“The first one,” I said.
Of course, given the lack of visibility, Jacquie insisted we take a drive, take in the sights. But my head was elsewhere.
We drove to Cornwall Park and walked around with our cheap digital camera, Old Crappy-Cam.
We strayed from the path and crossed the grassy fields where sheep and cows graze. Cornwall Park is home to the last functioning farm in Auckland and the inner city livestock can be a little rough. We feared for Old Crappy-Cam.
“Run,” Jacquie said. “Don’t let those bastards take Crappy-Cam.”
We evaded our pursuers. Our feet were soaking wet and cold. We were lost in the mists of time.
We walked and walked and walked.
We took pictures of an Algerian Oak, a stand of cedars and some cherry trees that had been planted in the last few years.
We found our car again. Crappy-Cam made it through without a scratch.