2.30pm Sunday
We arrive home from being out all over the show in the usual Level 1 manner: dinner last night with friends, hugs in the usual Level 1 manner. Masked-up on the ferry, a ride through the unrelenting whiteness of the Americas Cup quarter and two trim lattes thanks.
Along Westhaven marina, stopping to admire Owha, world’s most curious leopard seal languidly ripping shit out of a strip of polystyrene and doing a gentle water waltz with it before biting off another chunk to the delight of the gathered Mums, Dads and kids.
