Just back from a weekend visit to the Bay, and we were blessed with nice weather, even though it is the dead of winter here. We counted eight sea lions on the beach, all young males. One had a number shaved on its belly, and it looked pretty strange.
Last time we visited, in mid-June, someone had broken the lock off the shed door. But nothing had been disturbed, even the small generator we keep in there. Perhaps the thief was only after wood. Even though the bay is surrounded by forest it is very, very wet, so campers have to bring firewood with them. Drunk people will often go to extreme lengths to keep a fire going.
This time we replaced the rusty sliding bolt with a brand-new stainless steel one. I hope it will keep curious people out of the shed. But really we have been lucky. Though the house is very isolated we have not had problems with vandalism, only rats.
We walked out to Long Point, which is close to the southernmost point on the South Island. The wind felt like it came straight from Antarctica!
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What I am listening to: Verdi Arias/Dmitri Hvorostovsky
What I am reading: Thuvia, Maid of Mars/ E R Burroughs
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