This is magnificent land and we were there on a magnificent day, with the big blue sky and the bright sunshine and the crisp air. We were shown the wonderful vista of the stations along this high country area, and, as we were looking, my eye was drawn to the left of the vista and I thought, "Oh, my goodness, here's one of our high country farmers letting us down badly." Here was land covered in wilding pines, with gorse and broom next to this pristine farmed and well-managed pastoral land. I asked, "Whose station is that to our left?" The answer was "That's DOC land.", and the contrast could not have been more stark. The boundary was where it went from being well-managed, sensibly stocked carefully managed farming pastoral land to land that was being left to wilding pines, to gorse, and to broom, and it was an absolute eyesore.