Boats are pulled up to the shingle (note the multiple boulder anchors!) and men are busy looking after their gear or chatting among each other. A flat cap, a captains cap, but I also spot four berets, which makes me think these are probably immigrants from the Mediterranean countries.
Makara is a locality located at the western edge of Wellington, a good 30 minute winding drive over the passes from either Johnsonville or Karori. A beautiful stretch of rough coast and, except for the occasional hot day, pretty much deserted by people; a small community, a cafe that's closed most days of the week, sheep roaming around the deserted concrete defense structures of WWII Fort Opau and, only recently, the faraway drone of huge windmills generating electricity.
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