I started writing this weeks article from Moturara farm, a camp site off the east coast North land in Whananaki, New Zealand. For the last five days, I’ve been off the grid. No power, no broadband, and a mobile network so flaky it may as well not have existed. We were in camping tents and sleeping bags, forced back into a rhythm we often forget: the human circadian rhythm. The first day was the hardest. I keep on going back to my phone. By morning, my battery died. When I went to the main...