Up and around the corner you walk past pimply pubs on ramshackle corners until a leafy lane way lures you into the driveway of the Guinness factory itself. The rising machinery of its pumping and grinding furnaces peaks out over the dull brick walls.
A recent discussion with both a former coastguard and an army parachutist (who jumps regularly for recreation) had me thinking about the sky, and flying through it. If I could chose a spot to fly over in the near future it would have to be Milford Sound in New Zealand’s South Island.
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