God s FlockChapter 3
Nan and I drove back to camp. We were grinning stupidly at each other, patting each other's leg and making indecent remarks. It was a bright spring day, full of hope, prospect and new beginnings. The East Coast of NZ's North Island has some of the greenest countryside around in that season. By high summer its usually burnt brown. Suffice to say it was day to remember. As we rounded a wide curve I noted a large blue Volvo coach waiting to turn from a side road. It just didn't register...