His best, I feel – and no, neither of them is ‘Plumb’. Much as I loved ‘Plumb’ when I first read it – it was a book I sat up until 1am reading, when I first bought it at the Auckland Uni bookshop – these two are better, I feel.
You bend into a southerly and fight back,. Its an honest ind, the true Wellington wind. The northerly comes behind your back and punches you. It pushes you this way and that and puts a knee in your groin.