In a yellow morning the Kittawa docked at Lyttelton, and before the gang-plank was down Starkie was off the ship, swinging himself monkey-like along a rope.

Everything was dirty and shabby. There was no sign of the abandoned luxury that Colonel MacAndrew had so confidently described.

It's beginning to thaw.

All in all, I'd like to state that it was lachanophobia that sparked this.