Christchurch Airport, New Zealand
Monday mornings tend to suck, and if I had been back in the UK it would have really sucked, being the first Monday after half-time signalling the half way point in the year. But I wasn't and I didn't have to even contemplate teaching London's next generation of Dizzie Rascals. Nope this Monday the sun was shinning, the birds were singing and me and the lady we're heading out to complete the tour de France of vineyards, having acquired some bikes and grabbed a map...