Busy city executives think they have it tough with their breakfast meetings, client luncheons and post-work squash sessions but I too know the trauma of a hectic schedule. This week I managed three activities. Yes, three! I feel light headed just thinking about it. And all of this whilst still working in the gardens, shifting enough gravel to pebbledash Barry White! Well, he is a bit smaller now. First up was my trip to Russell, New Zealand’s first capitol and a mere hop, skip and a jump down the bay from Kerikeri. Also known as Kororareka (meaning “sweet penguin”, though there was not a chocolate biscuit to be seen), Russell was originally a Maori settlement before the Europeans arrived. Before you could say “successful racial integration”, the town was full of sailors, whalers, whores and other
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