I hoped that the weather would be considerably warmer back at home but instead there's a polar blast. It's as cold here as it was in Taranaki. No snow on our mountain though. Mind you, there wasn't much on Mt Taranaki either. What was there when I first arrived was washed off and although we could see it was snowing up the top on Saturday, the mountain didn't come out to play again before I left.
On Saturday my daughter suggested we visit the Poineer Village not very far from her home. I'd like to go back another time when it's not so cold. I can picture us having a picnic on the grass surrounding the lake.
We enjoyed a rather quick nostalgic wander through yesteryear. Sadly some of the exhibits looked quite familiar to me, childhood memories. I won't say 'remember these', I promise.
Looked like copulating buggies to me.
The bars wouldn't be needed to keep me from laying there.
The little bloke thoroughly enjoyed it all, especially the train ride. Oh, and the cafe is excellent. Right beside the highway, I'll be calling in there again that's for sure.