September 2016 If Raglan was a person, he would be a surfer with shoulder length dreds, a wee pointy beard, precariously hanging jeans on wipity hips, barefoot, coffee drinking and always just on the cusp of a really profound statement, 'yeah man... sweet, cool, man'... and never in a hurry. We were lucky to spend a month in Raglan's company. Now neither Drew nor I had heard of Raglan before receiving an email from a house sitting website inviting us to visit this town for 4 weeks when we arrived in New Zealand. Deb, our host, was planning a trip to the states and had liked our profile, she, a English ex pat who built solar powered bikes and as it turns out, has a penchant for vampire literature, among many other things. So we looked
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