I travel to Geraldine where my friend, Esther, is there to greet me off the coach. I met Esther, like Tess, on a writer’s retreat in France. She is an impressive 77 year old who runs up mountains, follows her car-racing grandson around the world and writes a column, anonymously, in her local paper about … Continue reading Gorgeous Geraldine, Quake City and Rūaumoko