
Earnscleugh is ruggedly beautiful. Its undulating golden hills sculpted by wind and time stand sentinel over the Clutha River. It is classic Central Otago: austere, breathtaking and seemingly designed for a painter’s brush. The event at Two Paddocks, hosted by a famous actor, winemaker and all-round good chap, is an epic annual gathering. While his skills in film and winemaking are undeniable, our host’s — to me — unknown enthusiasm for singing was delivered with a gusto that is nothing if not memorable. Let’s say that while Jurassic Park had velociraptors, The Two Paddocks choir offered its own distinctive take on vocal performance — spirited, heartfelt and entirely in the key of good cheer.

The following morning, as we drove home through the still-slumbering landscapes of Central Otago, I was treated to an unforgettable sight. The waning gibbous moon, seemingly enormous, was sinking towards the hills embracing Cromwell. It was a scene that reminded me of Ansel Adams’ famous Moonrise photograph — though I lacked both the large-format camera and the skill of the master photographer to properly capture the vista. Nevertheless, I pulled over, fumbled for my infrared camera and snapped away, hoping that at least one image might capture something of the magic before me.
It was a fitting end to a trip planned around the moon. And, for once, it was a trip where the moon had not entirely outshone the previous evening’s entertainment.