Sitting with the Squire by the duck pond, there was not too much dialogue happening; we were immersing ourselves in what was happening around us.
As we sit in our temporary abode here in Auckland gazing outside on an early spring morning, I'm reminiscing about our coffee dates with the sun on the balcony back home.
If I had to give you just one descriptive word that encompasses all my emotions during September
You know that child like anticipation before the big unveiling of presents on Christmas morning?
A wee poem in remembrance of tramping exploits.