Huntly Power Station, 8.15am. It's a cold winter morning and we're on our way to Hamilton for the day to teach a theatre workshop. The light is intense and glowing, but all colours disappear shortly afterwards under a grim blanket of rain. Pukeko trot around on the river bank. The air smells of dampness and smoke. We're going to work, but just being on the road feels like the start of a holiday. Roll on July!