I don't know if it's something to do with the King tides that Aucklanders have been yakking about a lot lately, but low tide at Hataitai Beach the other day was extraordinarily low. J and I decided that for a change, instead of swimming out to a buoy, we would see if we could walk to it.
J strode out confidently, or as confidently as one can stride in water (it's a bit like trying to make headway through treacle), with me behind her, continually calling out "Can you still touch the ground, can you still touch it....?" A variation on "Are we there yet?"
Darn-it. We were this far from the buoy when we finally had to swim. If we'd both been maybe a hand's height taller, we would have made it.
J raised the buoy above her head like it was a prize cup, and shook it. Wimp that I am, I worried about getting tangled up in the cable.
Back on shore, a group of us sat on the deck and chattered. There was a van parked just beside us on the road, with a picture on the side wall of a box of vegetables and fruit. In big splashy letters, a sign read "Organic Boxes"
One of our number mused, "Why would people want to buy an organic box? What would an organic box be made of?"
Silence for a time as we all contemplated boxes made of egg-shells or hemp.
A young man sunbathing to the side of us, piped up: "Actually, it's my van. And it's the fruit and vegetables in the boxes that are organic, not the boxes."
Organic Boxes, it appeared, was a home delivery service.
He gave $20 vouchers to everyone in our little group. Nice one.