East coast hills have that summertime burnt yellow orange hue. Hazy and warm. They seem to cry out for a long wet warm rain. Sheep nestle to find somewhere cool in the shade of the farm trees, oblivious to the dollar worthy views of their paddock. New Zealanders take these sheep laden views for granted, leaving home to experience the grey concrete jungles abroad only returning home when they feel the pull of the clean sharp air of home.