Starting to fly

Came north last evening to spend the weekend here at the beach house. First weekend in six weeks that I haven't had a large agenda to read, or an urgent report to complete. I am able to relax and read. Perhaps, that's why I slept in this morning, and then chose a midday run.

The wind was whipping in off Kawau Bay onto Snells Beach, providing perfect conditions for about ten kiteboarders. I sat on a bench, and tried to get some pictures of them. In the end my choice was between a shot showing huge wakes in opposite directions as two surfers had caught a powerful wind; a picture with six surfers in the shot; this one; and the gigantic splash this fellow made when he (unusually for him) misjudged his landing.

I liked this one because (especially if looked at large) you can see the way he gets airborne is by thrusting the handbar downwards.

The near promontory of land forms the southern edge of Snells Beach. Just around the end of that a small bay curls around before a small outcropping separates it from Algies Bay. That is the beach below our house, the one proprietorally named "our beach" by our children and grandchildren. As can be seen, at high tide it is cut off from access from Snells Beach (unless prepared to get very wet) and even more so from Algies Bay. Because of trees, angles and sitting back towards the cliff edge, the house cannot be seen from Snells Beach.

Daylight saving ends overnight, so a gentle start tomorrow is already ensured.