ELAINE FEINSTEIN Email from Wellington (unsent) When I travel without you, I am no more than a gaudy kite on a long umbilical. My flights are tethered by this telephone line to your Parker Knoll, where you wait lonely and stoical. About the Festival: there were no penguins crossing the road on the North Island, no whales in Wellington harbour . The nearest land mass is Antarctica, and the wind blows straight from there to New Zealand. Katherine Mansfield lived here as a child. and I've bought gartered stockings in bright colours to honour her in the character of Gudrun. For you, I've bought a woollen dressing gown. You were always home to me. I long for home.