9 – 11th July By Zoë Marshall-Means A group of nine is ambitious. And I’m hard to deal with. We drove to St Arnaud and boosted up to Bushline hut in the dark for an absolute feast. We happened to have a professional baker with us, and Harry fed us not one, but two banoffee pies … Continue reading Kahurangi

Yeats Ridge

2nd – 3rd July By Zoë Marshall-Means How good is solo tramping? Really feeling the serenity, time with your thoughts, the niggling feeling that you’re going the wrong way, the knowledge that they’ll never find your body here, wondering if Shaun would cry at your funeral, would they even have a funeral without a body? … Continue reading Yeats Ridge