We tip-toed around the muddiest bits, as I only had one pair of shoes with me, to check out progress on my daughter's new home. It's quickly taking shape. I guess progress doesn't seem quite so fast when you are on the spot.
The cloud lifted from over Mt Taranaki just a little while we were there. And these were the only photos I got of the mountain this visit. Flying home yesterday I was a little jealous of the girl in the window seat beside me as she took photos of the mountain clearly visible in all his glory. My blogging friends who have been around for a while might remember when I shared the legend of Taranaki here. That explains why I call the mountain a 'he'.
I love being away, visiting Taranaki (or elsewhere) but it's always good to be home again.