So those who've lived in Wellington a long time will be used to coming down Ngauranga Gorge. They'll remember the blood from the Ngauranga freezing works sort of delta'ing out into the harbour. They reckon the eels there were so big at one stage that they made the Loch Ness monster look like a whitebait. But those days have gone as have the days of going out towards Pētone, where even a heavy dew would bring a great swathe of dirt into the harbour—again, greying the harbour. Those days have gone, but still, if you drive that stretch of road, it's, as we would say, a piece of coastline only a mother could love. The road is obscured from the sea where often there's fish out there, there's birdlife. Those on the rail line reading their papers can actually look out and get a good view, but nobody has access to what is actually a very nice piece of coastline.