Timaru take two

My return to the welcoming South Canterbury city. Why do we like trips down Memory Lane so much?

With a fuzzy head, I look down at the half-drunk flat white on the table. Sun beams pierce through the corner cafe's large windows, troubling my eyes and blocking elements of the desolate street scene barely playing out on the other side of the glass. Timaru is a ghost town on a Sunday morning.

Two rewarding, busy and restful days are all I had spent in …