This trip took a lot of preparation: arranging time off school, travel arrangements, route planning etc. etc. but all that only took us as far as Wellington on the North Island.

Riverside was established in 1941 by conscientious objectors and today describes itself as an intentional community: the intention being peaceful and sustainable.

Time is different here – hits from yesteryear play on the radio (Stevie Wonder’s being superstitious just now), happy hour is practically an institution and blokes hunt.

Here is a wild place, where bold little feathered dinosaurs emerge from spiky undergrowth to steal your olives.

Today we strolled around Queenstown Gardens before sharing first impressions over lunch. Here is a strange mix

After 2 days of ear popping, leg cramping and trundling luggage around giant displays of Toblerone (a permanent fixture in duty free since 1973), we’re now beyond the Orient, in a land isolated on the far side of the world. But despite that, it’s strangely familiar.

Preparing for a trip to NZ is taking time, but now flights and camper van are booked, and routes planned.

Only in death is a life story fully known, and in Peg’s own words her’s was long, sometimes bloody hard work, and toward the end a bit boring.

Tomorrow we’ll sing auld lang Syne, which isn’t an obvious time to go trail riding around Chichester, but there you go. It could’ve been different, but family got fraught, enough for me to head for the hills.

The weekend started with everyone piling onto a crowded bus to Rivas. We had just finished teaching at the centre Friday afternoon and ran to catch the last bus. After a two hour standing journey over increasingly bumpy roads, we arrived in San Juan del Sur; a focus of tourism in Nicaragua, famous for its beach,…