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Keeping to the East

With a  gulp of coffee and a wave of nostalgia, I set out on the drive along the slender east coast from Picton towards ‘home’ in Lyttelton.

Somewhere along the way I pulled over and climbed the tallest hill I could find.

Field Notes ~ ‘In the afternoon light the hills will rust, colours cascade in browns, purples and a shade of yellow I can’t describe. Dry grass hills, the silhouettes of horses and cows are plastic toys, indiscernible landscapes in the distance.’

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  1. Now that looks like a driving road just waiting to dish out epiphanies!

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    January 7, 2016

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