Just south of Oamaru, you’ve got this nice, sandy beach, right, but at a certain point there’s a collection of perfectly round boulders, some smooth-skinned and perfect, others fracturing along buttery veins of quartz, others eroded away to little more than a pile of quartzy rubble. Read the story . . .
If ever you should tire of the splendours of Dunedin — preposterous though that proposition may sound — there’s always the Otago Peninsula, extending from the city itself to the northeast, ending in the southern headland of the entrance to the harbour. Read the story . . .