I am apparently c.18,958 km from London, but it feels like a million miles. New Zealand is providing the space and calm that I had hoped for. London’s antidote.
There has been such a wonderful combination of waterfalls, shells and bumblebees.
The beauty of Milford Sound was particularly humbling. The fjord’s mountains torn apart by the glacier are still pouring out glacial waters from their wounds via waterfalls.
It was the exposed rock of the mountains that knocked me down like a chiseled rugby player. Such big, rugged beauty.
This has meant that words and melodies have found their way into voice memos in my phone by way of my mind.
My Franz Josef epiphany told me to be ready for Nashville. I am complying by recording some of my “pop” songs. These are songs that I would love another artist, preferably Rihanna, to sing. I would hate to be talking to someone in Nashville who could assist with this dream and then not be ready.
These are songs that I have written over the past 5-ish years. I’m collaborating with my former self and making edits that she would not have tolerated at the time of writing those songs.
Dunedin is the perfect location for this. I have my own space as, happily, I’m not in a dorm room while I’m here.
The city of Dunedin is very Scottish. It is based on Edinburgh and had a lot of Scottish settlers from 1855. There are some nice bars and coffee shops, but not loads else to do. Again, perfect for writing.
Thanks for reading, again!
P.S. When researching Dunedin I found this awesome article about an 11 year old boy raising money for a charity that helped when his little sister was in hospital receiving cancer treatment. She has recovered now but, as a thank you, he’s going to pogo up the world’s steepest street: Baldwin Street, Dunedin.