Below is the view on Sunday morning from my office window. The morning was little misty, but calm and warm, and soon the sun burnt off this fine veilt of mist to reveal the day's inner workings.
R and I sat outside and ate bacon and egg for brunch. This was our view - steady old Mount Cargill in the background.
On the way back from having a coffee with my friend, I walked along Portsmoiuth Drive. This shag (cormorant) may have been feeling a little crook, he or she didn't seem to want to move. After working as a guide out at the Albatross Colony for the summer, where there are also colonies of Stewart Island, among other varieties, of shag, I should be able to identify this one's type, age and gender ... but alas, I have forgotten much.
(He never found out who the person was, but the Time in A Bottle is now a prized possession.)