Apologies for the radio silence

I have no excuse, only reasons.

Kia ora! It's the only way I know how to start this. I hope this finds you well.

There I was, a month or so ago, sending out weekly adventure newsletters, telling you about some awesome folk, up to incredible things. Well, I think they were incredible, anyway.

Then, I just stopped. It was a busy week, I didn't find you an adventure yarn to publish and in trying to, I unearthed some hidden pressures inside the mind. These mounted up and dammed my brain: I was blocked, in the writing sense.

I felt terrible, I wanted to write. I wanted to publish something. I felt I at least owed you, the person who's taken the time to subscribe to this - whatever this is. But, I let that terrible feeling compound things and got nowhere.

A few weeks of this in and my attention turned to my current trip that I’m on right now. Yep, I'm doing something right now. I needed to nurture the mind and plan for this. And that took over my limited resources.

So, here I am. Dressed in a shredded and stained pair of beige cargo shorts. A buff and cap stretched over my head. All this fancy attire to sit in the fanciest cafe in Collingwood, preparing to go play with the sea life down the coast of Golden Bay.

Saturday morning, I set off from Cape Farewell, with a very laden pack strapped to my person. I waddled precariously over the hills and a farm to reach the Whanganui Inlet. The rest is an adventure yarn for another time. But needless to say, I am alive and well.

Thank you for trusting me with your email address inside this mysterious Substack machine. Thank you for bearing with me. And also: soz if you were enjoying not hearing from me so much!

Dunc

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