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.