Naseby - Ranfurly - Kokonga - Hyde - Middlemarch - Macrae's Flat - Clarke's Junction - Outram - Three Mile Hill - Home.
An hour and a half is a little less than it takes to drive from Naseby (where I've been doing a bit of maintenance on the Mud House) to Dunedin. The same stretch of time is about what you need for a yoga class or to walk the beach from St. Clair Esplanade to the St.Kilda rocks and back; it's as long as it takes for skin to form on oil paint, yeast bread to rise or a slow-cooking casserole to reach perfection. In an hour and a half, a person can watch an average-length movie, stack a couple of cubic metres of firewood, attend a symphony concert (Haydn's Seven Last Words of Christ is being performed in the Glenroy Auditorium tomorrow evening), check the oil and change the car tyre (nope, I'm not as zippy at this as some of you might be!)... When you think about it, an hour and a half has just the right number of minutes for all sorts of things - and nothings.
When I arrived home this evening, I sat quietly in the dark on the steps overlooking the harbour and lit a candle for the Lookout Soldier who keeps watch from his distant peninsula hill.
An hour and a half can seem like no time at all, and too, an eternity.