Having vested ourselves of the plane to New Zealand from Sydney, and having made it through the somewhat mercurial Australian security check points with its “explosive smelling device”, we came to Auckland in the grip of a rain storm. Fat welts of rain pummelled the pavements outside the airport doors throwing up a fine mist and risking localised flooding. Well, this is New Zealand in winter! As (Father-In-Law) Nick put it,
“If you can hack NZ in Winter then you’ll love it in summer!”
