The next morning, we climbed a hill, froze at the top, the mountains screamed hallelujah, covered in red, orange and yellow. An afternoon in Arrowtown, even more vibrant, then rain. Refuge in a little cafe, reading in a corner, curled up on an old church bench. When we headed back to Queenstown, as the clouds cleared, the Remarkables now covered in snow, completely new.
Our last morning, not ready to leave, a walk through the gardens, the rest spent in a warm cafe, reading, writing, so thankful.
