On Sunday a friend and I went surfing on a remote part of the Wairarapa coast. The waves were good, but not great. The water and air were freezing. Today I'm tired and sore. But - and this is what counts - in the evening, after the surf, I stood by my car and watched the high clouds of the rising Nor'West gale carry the sunset into the eastern sky, and white squalls of wind blown salt-spray twist out to sea. And that view alone was worth the drive, and the petrol, and the early start and the week before at work.