Steinlager

This week on my holidays I am in the Northlands - the Bay of Islands. Population: virtually 0. Hurrah for islands, large and small! I see many. All their trees and ferns have that oversized look of things that have just been left alone.
It's odd being able to walk around in very little. I am slightly irritated to notice that Richard looks lithe and lean despite having a diet regime to rival that of Henry VIII.
There is talk of something known as a 'sky-dive.' But I say, what for? I've never understood why people suddenly want to jump out of planes. Isn't it enough just to drift peacefully on said islands
I'd rather chew on those cockroaches I saw in our kitchen the other day. I'd rather boil my own head. I'm not doing it.