Crossing Cook Strait was a dream, with the seas still calm ahead of the storm.  On deck was a different story though as there was a really cold wind blowing through, and it wasn’t pleasant to stay out there for too long.  Have to admit the ferry below wasn’t the one we crossed on – ours was a bit smaller.  Loved the mistiness of the hills as we sailed up the sounds, so I left that photo in a rather over-exposed state because I liked it that way.

cry of gulls
and the hills disappearing
in softness