Margaret defined Dunedin for me - a beautiful, raw, enriching place that is stubbornly and most alluringly warm a midst the shaking whispers of cold wind. She gave me more than I had expected from this short getaway over the long weekend - we chatted about art, literature, spirituality and politics with a warm cup of tea, snug with a fire in a relaxing, safe space. I forgot that I was not home when I spent my days at the castle; I am glad that Margaret had been so gracious and generous with me, to invite me into her little village that saturates you with wonder and awe. The place makes you a child again - everything is wondrous and beautiful; you see everything again, for the first time. I remember when I first arrived and was showered immediately with the comforting warmth of Margaret's free spirit. I felt as if I had stepped right into a page of fantasy storybook - in Margaret's world, you are so special and important that you feel as if you could rewrite your own story, no matter how much you feel like you have destroyed it. In Margaret's world, you remember to stop to smell the roses.

Margaret has no idea how much the weekend meant to me, and just how much she had made it so much better. When I think of Dunedin, I will always think of the Castle and the Ark - for the wishes you helped me make and the experiences that can never be overshadowed by anything that could possibly be more magnificent.

Thank you, Margaret, Doi, Liz, Louise, Blue, Olive, Lily and all the good people I met in that little side of town who had the biggest of hearts - for an unfortunately short amount of time, you were my family, and you made me feel like I could do anything; as Margaret says for every bad idea, "It'll be a good story."

I will be seeing you all again, very soon!