Driving through the verdant Waitaki Valley from the Victorian elegance of Oamaru towards the New Zealand high peaks, we think little of the weathered honeycomb-hued cliffs that dot the roadside among the lush pastoral farmlands. A handful of small villages break the flow of farms. With a tiny one cell jail (complete with stocks – was Duntroon a really lawless place?) and an active blacksmith shop...

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