#1 Nicola Easthope. Spring on its summer way.

For weeks, the clouds, the swell, the invisible south slip of the island. Nor’westerlies slam. Gulls, gannets stand it. At times, a seal pup recovering. There is always salt chunky on the line, seasoning the laundry. Sometimes dressing, my gathering tongue. But today, I fork off into the sun. 11.55am, 1/11/12 Kia ora from the … Continue reading