Aotearoa – the North Shore
There it was, “the land of the long white cloud”, gleaming on the surface of the ocean. I watched its shores get closer and closer.
Thirty hours of travel were about to end. London was now the dot out of sight, and there below was the upside down, lumpy exclamation mark that I’d peered at so often on our map on the kitchen wall.
Happy Christmas! Very best wishes to all out there – may there be some fun, and hope, and love where you are.
Many thanks for your company.
Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2021
This is the final part of the story within a story. Tendai, the storyteller, concludes as the storm crashes in again.