It’s Friday 17th April, day 23 of lockdown, somewhere this week we lost the 15th April…so yesterday and today are the 17th! (Previous dates now corrected)
I was going to get up early and catch this mornings sunrise, but rain splashing on the concrete outside the bathroom window changed my plans…found this last picture on my phone (accidental snap) that sums up the morning – if you remove the impressive artwork! Yes it’s a grey morning as predicted…yesterday was quite busy, off and on, with work communications, therefore my exercise was closer to home – a street and beach (at low tide) circuit
A gap in the gates of what used to be the very popular Waiwera Thermal Resort displays a sad ending to a long running tourist and fun destination for many NZers and tourists…two (ish) years ago it closed its doors for renovations and never reopened due to questionable management culminating in liquidation and a very long court case. So in the middle of Waiwera stands (or crumbles) a derelict waterpark surrounded by high walls with faded and peeling paint!
At the far end of the beach lies the deserted caravan park – barbed and boarded and closed, another large plot of unused privately owned (ironically by the same conglomerate as the pools) prime land. One day, maybe not in my lifetime, these will become usable areas again…
However…after making sure nothing had changed in the hood, police passed by doing their rounds I continued a solo, peaceful stroll towards the island at low tide and around the point, devoid of humans and full of bird life again! When the world stands still we realise how noisy our feathered friends are!
After yesterday’s announcement about what our life would look like if we came out of full lockdown…general consensus it would be like having a small hole in your sock and your little toe could poke out now and again! Time get my 23rd day moving…first stop kitchen and morning coffee…
All who wander are not Lost girls 