From behind their wire fences on the fields of Lindisfarne, sheep resemble a hug on four legs. They seem to grow out of the English soil as commonly as hairgrass. […]
Gone are the rowdy days of Arrowtown’s mining past. The footsteps of frantic gold hunters have faded into the gentle patter of families with prams; espresso has replaced moonshine as […]
It’s a well-honed habit, the final actions of a traveler who has done this a thousand times before. Pen out, one last entry scribbled in the journal that’s acted as silent companion during this portion of the journey.