Back in the world

We emerged from rural isolation, the bach at the bottom of the garden at these people's place on the fairly desolate (apart from this spot) coast opposite D'Urville Island about 5 km short of French Pass, and got back to Wellington last night in time to catch the late news and discover the pope's karked it and John Tamihere's gone nuts. I did hope to link to his blog, but that's gone too.