Greetings from storm-braced Tāmaki Makaurau. So far so good; this was the looming look of things last night.
We have not yet felt the house shake or heard the wind just absolutely roar the way I remember Bola. But let’s see what lies ahead. We sit in a relatively sheltered spot half way up a volcanic cone and on enough of a slope that water tends to run …
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