Biting black flies, freezing weather… and amazing vista that stun with their beauty.
That’s right — I’ve left the Cook Islands and back in New Zealand’s South Island (Arrowtown), a place to refresh the soul like cold water… which it is, cold. No more tropical weather and sparkling diving scapes, but I’m resigned to loving grass and sheepies. Oh, the sheepies. Can I hug, please?
While the parents tee off at the local golf course, I’ve found myself a cafe with suitable tea and plenty of wireless to try and thaw this mind and produce something that looks like writing.
Cheers, and all that.
