Stronvar

Way up the Waihopai Valley on the Stronvar high country station. With a name like that we expected to be attacked crazed Celts weilding broadswords. But we had a cunning plan - which was to trick said crazed celts to cross the rickety bridge in the background, which would have collapsed sending them all to their deaths.

 

I guess we'll never know if the plan would have worked.

Done