Lunch with self confessed "white collar greenie" and long-time committed conservationist Colin Ryder, somehow led me to the ferry next day, and Matiu/Somes Island. The little place that sits out there in the middle of my office view. Matiu has a chequered history; fortress, quarantine station, p.o.w camp and farm. It is now a recovering island paradise. Dedicated volunteers have replanted all but the most historic sites on the island, and now the bush is starting to flourish. Kakarikis, which I have not seen so close since a visit to Whenua Hou, play like fighter jets through the whiteywood.
Tuatara live here too, and weta. Cook Strait Giant Weta! And Blue Penguins around 800 banded at last count. The uncommon spotted shag roost on the south end of the island, which we peer over, looking back towards Wellington, the natural city, nestled in the arms of Tangaroa. It is great to be out here. This place that so many stare at. On this harbour of the many moods.
2 comments:
Kia ora Jamie,
Your continued travels and exploration are inspiring! Rave on brother!
I am heading into the wintry Ruahines for five days at the end of the month. I need it.
Cheers,
Robb
Dear Jamie
It is a wonderful windswept Island. Did you know Oscar Coberger was interned on the island during WW 2 and make Paua trinkets while there ?
Many memories must lay on that island. Cheers
Bob
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