Sometimes Forwards is Backwards

Back on the road for a 50km ride into Featherston. This book town was right up my alley and I was able to hide away from the weather amongst the shelves. But as the rain got more torrential and thunder rolled in, I realized camping wasn’t an option. I reached out to Pip and they connected me with their amazing friend Max who put me up for the night. His place may have taken me 50km backwards, but it was well worth it for a comfortable place to rest my head for the night (not to mention the g&ts!). I really enjoyed touring through Max’s property and learning more about his work as a gardener and botanist.Read more