It is an old, and mysterious place. There is much to be valued here, many lessons to learn from the wisdom of the people, and of the land. And the two are one.
As I view the pictures I made while we lived there I find it incredibly difficult to visualise them in any sense other than through the eyes of the early photographers. There was a place on the road in I called the portal and as we passed through there I could feel the years strip back like a time machine. And we were back in the REAL world.
We have the honour of being called whanau there, and it does feel like home. It calls us back.