© 2010 Lynsey

279 – Lyall Bay


Beloved of surfers, swimmers, wind surfers, kite surfers, dog-stick-throwers, little-kids-sand-castle-builders, sea fishers, lifesavers, Maranui coffee drinkers, Nana icecream eaters, curse the wind bless the wind barking running laughing crying – love it or loathe it, Lyall Bay is an icon of Wellington.

In the middle of winter it is still a destination, although some people would tell you it’s a way of life. I guess it depends on where you lost your virginity.

I think Lyall Bay is at its best on a wet and windy day – storms squall in from the Antarctic (just over the horizon) taking the sea spray up and over the road. You put on your oilskin, and walk along the footpath, and pretend you’re an extra in Moby Dick. You can swirl in the roar of the waves. Lick the salt off your lips. Push back against the howl of the wind. Come back to yourself. While you’re still alive. Your great white whale is out there, waiting for you to do something about it.

Manifesto
05. Every day is now. The present moment.
16. Every day looking at the order of things gives you power.
30. Every day use all your senses. Touch. Smell. Taste. Hear. See.

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