The Fire

Back in January, after I ditched Nic, I did a wee tiki tour and ended up back on the shore of Lake Pukaki - where I'd spent New Years. This time, however, it was just me, my car, my tent, the lake, the trees, the rocks, the grass, and a stunning evening.

There was only one thing I could do. So I did. And it was beautiful.


There was a lovely serenity that night. Everything was calm (even the sandflies). And was the perfect spot to play the man alone. Bloody grouse mate.