Again, mist and drizzle shrouded the central North Island this morning, and again Vilis and I tramped through dim native forests thick with a sense of time gone past. Shifting cloud obscured or reveal...
Again this morning, rain spilled down onto King Country, shrouding conical volcanic hills and serrated ridges. Mist rose from copses of trees, and the Whanganui River ran higher and browner tha...