Peter Campbell's short article on New Zealand made me miss the place for the first time in many months.
From the capital city: "It has been very wet this year but only one yellow patch shows where a few tons of rotten rock and clay slid down to spill over the road." - closeness to the earth; to its perfumes and gritty textures.
A place where "houses will still shudder and tremble a little in a high wind, rain will still rattle on tin roofs".
From the capital city: "It has been very wet this year but only one yellow patch shows where a few tons of rotten rock and clay slid down to spill over the road." - closeness to the earth; to its perfumes and gritty textures.
A place where "houses will still shudder and tremble a little in a high wind, rain will still rattle on tin roofs".
