David Loughrey wonders what maritime imaginings and grand plans might figure in the mind’s eye of the successful candidate on their first day. They might say it quietly under their breath — "Haar-bourrrr-maaas-terrr" — before looking around guiltily and slightly ashamed to make sure they weren’t being watched. The harbourmaster might look nor’west up their harbour, the harbour of which they are master, and consider matters. A fair old wind would be sweeping past Waverley and muddying the harbour waters, as fair old winds often do, whipping tiny flecks of spray sea into the harbourmaster’s hair. They might dip their toe in the cool waters, and feel a pleasing sense of mastery over this, their dominion.

Source: Otago Daily Times November 11, 2016 17:18 UTC