Slow and lazy awakening despite the early night. Perhaps I was tired. A light drizzle is creating rainbows over the bay so I sit outside the cabin with a short series of cup of coffee watching water move through the air. The Tuis and ducks are providing entertainment. Then Lester appears and we talk about life. Before we know it, we've been talking for more than three hours (subjects far too varied to recount here but Lester descends from John Bull (one of the first pioneers here, creating a deep sense of background guilt) and is an engineer and boat designer whose boats appear all over these islands so discussing the world with him is a bit like walking through some of Pirsig's deeper chapters). A neighbour's tractor maintenance issue (snapped rim) drags Lester away. It's mid-afternoon...I guess I'd better do something with what remains of the day. I drive out to the southern end of the peninsula and hike up to the summit of Mt Cawte. A great little track, not very well maintained so rather delightfully overgrown. I'm dripping in sweat by the time I reach the top and gain clear views of the sounds all around (including a
The wanderer is changing base. A desire is being realised. The UK will no longer be the wanderer's base.
From January 2019, Te Wai Pounamu in Aoteroa becomes the wanderer's home base.
A wee city named Ōtautahi in a place more recently named Canterbury will be home.
(also known as Christchurch, Canterbury, South Island, New Zealand)... full info