I dont think I blogged about it at the time but back in October when I visited my sister in mid-Canterbury I had a really strong sense of how much rural New Zealand was part of me and how much I missed it. This could be the advancing nostalgia of old age but the feeling didn't totally go away. Naturally it returned as we drove up to Arthur's Pass today.
I was thinking how I didn't mind rain when we were arriving at the Pass - although I discovered a modifier for that - I dont mind SOME rain... It was bucketing down when we arrived and although it has lightened a bit , not enough for me to undertake my "reconnisance ritual" where after unpacking I go for a walk - usually alone - and touch base with all the places that make this place, a place of origin, a home that will always be that no matter how I live away.
