STUFF
Brett Mills bought a section near Queenstown, sight unseen, because he believed it was the site of his first kiss. Twenty years on, he still isn't able to access it.
It was late at night, there were only a few hours to submit a tender for a slice of the New Zealand high country, and Brett Mills was wafting in a cloud of nostalgia.
As a child, the Queenstown local had probably walked through the 0.5 hectare section – about half the size of a rugby field – while traversing the Moonlight track from Arthurs Point with his father to visit old gold miners.