'The poems in this well-constructed show Mead on a series of adventures, ranging in space from Rarotonga to the Antarctic. She is constantly on the move, indulging a quiet, insistent sense of curiosity that engages with the natural world without colonising it. These are wonderful - poems of place and personality, feeling as though they fell on the page with no effort at all. Reading them is like cruising through a day where everything goes right.' (Introduction)