We desided it would be a good idea to walk home in a straight a line as possible. This being NZ meant we had to scale down a sheer cliff face, plod through marsh land, hop over rivers and then, because we had done so well and wanted to remain true, through a lake. Then because we where already wet and it might be the only time we could do such a thing, we walked up stream through a river which was waist deep in places until we found our garden. It took longer then taking the long way round.
and you happened to have a guitar with you the whole way , what was the tune River deep Mountain high ?
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