"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself
a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
Act II scene ii
3 January 2012
It wasn't the bluest or sunniest of days on Rangitoto. We walked up a scoria track to the very summit of the island where we stood on the rim of the crater that spewed out this harsh black lava island only six hundred years ago. There were a few old bachs (NZ holiday homes) down near the shore and there were excellent views back to Auckland. It was as Wallace might have said, "a grand day out".