Dancing in the clouds.
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
How flat can a valley be?
“The beauty of travel, as of love or terror, is that it regularly turns all your ideas on your head and reminds you that you really know nothing at all.” Pico Iyer I’m used to a land crunched up on itself. The force of two tectonic plates grinding together […]
In which a yellow pant suit symbolises irrevocable change
“The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” – G.K.Chesterton On Thursday I flew to Wellington (NZ) for work, as I sometimes do. The airport is notorious; the […]
Jill's Scene 
The korero