A good workout for the horse I decided as I trudged along a stony ridge towards the Lake Forsyth (Te Roto o Wairewa) outlet, the loneliness of the spot accentuated by a single figure.
I knew that work was being done on opening the lake to the sea (at the request of the local iwi I think and in the hope of reversing the damage done by farming runoff) but not that this work had been completed. It can't have been easy to bulldoze a channel through the constantly shifting, pebbly beach.
There were a few hardy fisherfolk...
...and a shag who came in to dry his wings and preen.
A bank of cloud rolled in from the south and suddenly it was very cold. I returned thankfully to the car with a pocketful of stones and a nice driftwood dragon.