I was watching a show on TV about two lovely guys who started a campsite on Harris, the Scottish Island, to visit their site click here.
It's such a lovely life, or so it seems, they had money worries they probably had arguments, they probably had days when it was bad. To many New Zealand looks like a place that you'd never come back from, look at the photo! But you know there were days when it rained, and rained and rained. There were days when it took me an hour to get over the bridge because the traffic was so bad. Money was tight, its an expensive place to live. It is a long way from any where. Yes it is simply stunning in parts and I guess if we had owned a camp site on the South Island and taken a 180 degree change in out lifestyle we may have stayed. Perhaps our mistake was to try and do there what we do here. In the end our parent our here, our culture is here our hearts are here in the uk. I love taking the girls to the tower of London, I know about it and the people who lived there. I loved the culture of the South Pacific but I love baguettes, cafe noir and pain au chocolait , it doesn't make me french!
Now I am faced with doing here what we should have probably done there, in New Zealand, what enterprise shall I choose?
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