No sun. Clouds so heavy they felt like a blanket covering it all, a drippy blanket at that… but those blue blue waters of the south island just never give up. They just keep on flowing bluer than blue. No matter how you feel.
Yes, it’s raining again here in wonderful New Zealand… Raining and raining and raining… Blue.
This ‘boy’ might be a wee bit old for what I had in mind, but he did remind me of the time when this was a perfect recipe. And you didn’t have to be a boy – and long as you didn’t mind being called a tomboy.