Day 2 Sunday
We sleep surprisingly well for our first night in a new environment at least until 5 am when WH is rumbling round looking for his gout pills. There is a moment of panic when they cannot be found but luckily for him I hold my halo high as he retrieves them from the bottom of the toilet bag. The lesson is though, no more crayfish for him.
Its raining, its grey, its cold, and its beautiful.
It is decided that more crayfish is required and a couple of crew don there wetsuits and get in the icy water. The. Wind is howling and I am in awe of the boat handling and retrieval of the boys and their cray fish.
Robb our Captain has amazing knowledge and history. We learn about the area and its evolution through Maori tribal clashes to the captain Cook landing. We cannot sail around to Preservation inlet and Chalky sound as the sea is still red. I swallow my glee whilst others swallow there disappointment and we sail to Luncheon Cove where we are sheltered from the wind and the water is calm.
The rain stops and starts and after lunch you can either Kayak or take the tender around the many islands in the cove. WH takes a kayak and I opt for the tender I tell myself its because I can take my photographs, but probably its because I am worried of tipping out.
The water is magical. There is a line where the bush comes down to meet the sea and to call it a tide line is such an understatement . Its like a frame buts its in the centre of the picture and it blends them together at the same time as holding them apart.
No matter what the beauty is around the moment lies with all the baby seals. Evidently its a seal nursery and they are everywhere. They are curious and playful and I can only describe it as being in some sort of idyllic field full of cute puppies. We spend many minutes watching and filming and I remember to take the camera away from my face and capture the moment in my minds eye as well as the cameras.
We cruise around and head more towards the entrance of Tamatea out towards the Tasman sea, to see if we can photo the Five fingers. I choose to go for a lie down and as the boat pitches and rolls and I hear things falling of tables and shelves I am glad I am where I am. I therefore miss the brilliant light of the five fingers and the dramatic swell but I did get to see it through someone else’s lens later that night who captured it fantastically and the sea I could still feel in my blood so all is well with the world.
We dine upon cray fish legs for an entree and fresh blue cod for dinner. I tell WH “step away from the Crayfish”. But does he listen?