There are two wishes the sightseer makes when sailing towards Milford Sound, a dramatic fiord formed by the ancient, incremental rock-shaping push of glaciers from mountain to sea. The first is rain, because it makes the waterfalls run, turning casual trickles into violent cascades. The second is for that same rain to clear so you can see the natural wonders properly, rather than imagining them through romantic but frustrating mists.
I make both those wishes as one of 200…

