A tale of two homes
I flew down to Blenheim again today, and saw home as we made our way down the coast. Because the Whaingaroa (Raglan) Harbour is such a distinctive shape, pinpointing the farm on it's edge is easy, even from out to sea and far above.
Once I got to Blenheim, we had lunch at Brancott Estate: where the restaurant sits high above the vineyard, nestled into the side of the hill. A lovely, decadent way to start the afternoon, as we watched the workers pruning the vines below.
Flying halfway down the country you see so many of our beautiful changing landscapes. I love NZ! And, being back in Blenheim, amongst these South Island hills, feels like coming home.