Between Water and Sky
On this cool autumn morning, the River Derwent is a deep pewter blue. A single dinghy scuds across, leaving a silvery wake. Suddenly, the wind picks up and the copper-tipped sheoaks sway. The pewter surface darkens as heavy raindrops fall. A faint rainbow shimmers over the hills that fall away to the north, from kunanyi / Mount Wellington.
This is the outlook Lance and Mel wake up to every day; but no two minutes are the same, as the tides, wind and light are in constant flux. They were already happily living in Otago
