With some relief we unlinked from our last four man river fording formation. Now safely on the true left of Ellis River, we knew there was only the gravel of Baton Valley Road between us and a warm shower, dry clothes and a good feed in Nelson.
By Guest Author|
2018-10-12T14:40:34+00:00 October 1st, 2018
In my early years in New Zealand, even my father-in-law gave me a hard time for being a public servant and a Pommie. You take these things on the chin and realise, eventually, it’s a type of Kiwi bloke-humour and probably well meant.