This afternoon I was sorely tempted to snap a sneaky photo of a strange, semi-naked man. It’s not because I’m a bit pervy (although I’m not denying my pervy streak; it just wasn’t an issue today), but because this fella was such a weirdo that I wanted to capture of permanent record of him.
Tui and I were having our daily beach walk at 3ish (our walking schedule is ruled by the tides, like we’re crazed hippies or something) and it was so flipping cold. I was all kitted out in jeans, gumboots, a thermal top, a woollen jumper, a thick hoodie, my Barbour, a scarf and gloves, but I was still muttering darkly about the need for a certain little black labradinger of my acquaintance to learn how to look both ways in order to cross the road safely and take herself to the beach in the future. It was so cold that Tui, a dog who has virtually broken ice on a pond before to go for a swim, leapt into the sea and promptly scuttled out again, looking slightly alarmed.
The sun was shining and the beach was almost empty, but it wasn’t a fun walk with the southernly wind just about stripping the skin off my face. And just when I didn’t think I could feel any colder, this chap appeared out of nowhere and sprinted for the surf. The crazy mofo was going for a swim. To be fair, he didn’t stay in very long, but he did stick around for a few minutes after getting out of the water, rinsing off under an open-air shower. My body temperature plummeted just looking at him. That guy’s cross-species kindred spirit is probably this awesome Christchurch dog, wriggling around in the snow:
Unlike that crazy guy and that nutcase of a dog, Tui and I are over this cold weather. When we got back from the walk we sat in the car for an extra 15 minutes, listening to the radio and enjoying the blissful warmth of the Ford heating system. Tui’s been glued to our oil column heater all day and I’m intending to put on most of my clothes before going to bed tonight. I might even fire up two hot water bottles and really go for it – Tristan’s stuck in Wellington because snow caused flight cancellations, and he’s usually a great source of heat in the bed, so without him I’m going to have to resort to desperate measures if I’m not have any hope of resisting frostbite.