Sunday 10 Feb - Scorching Bay

Fortunately for these sailors, Scorching Bay was the calmest spot in Wellington on Sunday and notably a significant pausing spot for Franz Henkel, who in 1831 had a feast of 'cray, mussels and local delights' according to his somewhat patchy diary.

Pictures are kindly supplied by Tom Appleton.











Isaac Smith and Gerard Crewdson prepare to lay the wreath of the un-named cross















A solemn moment as the first European picnic at Scorching bay is remembered.














The Flogging Parson (or Rev. Samuel Marsden as he was known in New Zealand) whipped the prisoners into repentance in Hobart, prompting Henkel to capitalise on the his fellow inmates musical skills.







Through flagmanship and semiphore bonding, the men form a covent of friendship.













The men set out to make friends with the locals.