Transitions

The Octagon, in central Dunedin.  A small (eight-sided, if your imagination is vivid, or if you’ve sampled many brews) central park surrounded by warm and inviting eating and drinking (not in that order) establishments. The train station in Dunedin, which I’m told is one of (if not the) most photographed buildings in the country.  BecauseContinue reading “Transitions”