Sunrises are a marvel, never failing to astonish and delight.
Rain storms streak across Montagu Bay with great regularity, playing a game of 'chicken' with those of us who leave the sliders and windows open, in lieu of the omni-present 'air condition', as it is called here. The day's rhythm is determined not only by the moods of the sun, but also by the endless comings and goings of all sorts of craft. There is a small STOL airport to the north east, about a mile or so. Regularly scheduled flights take off and land throughout the day. The mail boats serving our many out islands come and go, adding a dull throbbing to the sonic backdrop.