In early autumn, I climbed the loftiest hill in the Marlborough Sounds, Mount Stokes, with a modest altitude of 1203 metres. This involved driving for 4 hours via an interminable, winding road skirting the shoreline of Pelorus Sound. The road-trip here is, perhaps, the...

In the heart of a cold Kiwi winter, we scored a window of fine weather. Under a blazing blue Canterbury sky, Tom and I ventured out of our cold camper van into the sunshine. At the Hermitage we fitted crampons to our boots to get more traction on the iced-up tramping t...

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