We raced the rain this evening; we pulled away into sunlight as we crested the hills for the run down into Nelson past the fruit groves, hopes and vines. You get a distant glimpse of the sea and then it disappears again until you come to the broad estuary. The sea was grey brown with little ribbons of pale blue reflecting the sky. The rock the sailors took pot shots at looks a little smaller this year. Found a motel with a balcony room and down into town for food, beer - and the rain.