Gloomy Southland weather.

As bleak as can be without actually raining.

Super thick clouds.

My head torch having suffered some issue that I’d been unable to resolve by candlelight, I stumbled out to the toilet while still dark. Just after 6 am. Candles are not the best form of lighting for this activity. Outdoors they just affect night vision, and attempt to blow out.

I found I stepped on some plastic that was flapping in the non-existent breeze.


I’d stepped on a wood pigeon.

A wood pigeon!!??

Not good.

Is that where they sleep? On the ground? Not perched on a tree?

Later it appears to have a broken foot, and that does not bode well for its longevity in this climate.

I find I have zero enthusiasm for the biggest day on this track and decide to take it easy for a change. Have the rest day I had programmed in for Westies.

Clearly it would be better to sit around in the hut, get the fire going. Plenty of food with that spare day up my sleeve. I could spend more if I wanted, having trudged in with an extra couple of day’s supplies.

No great hurry.

And my long-distance weather forecast, now quite old, indicated that the weather was supposed to clear up tomorrow for a few days.

Yeah, a whole bundle of nothing for the day.

That sounds like a plan.

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A guide to the night’s accommodation: Waitutu Hut

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