I think this is on of the beautiful things about NZ, it is full of little micro-climates. Honestly, what's happening next door at the bottom of the hill is completely different to what's happening to you at the top of the hill and what's happening half an acre down the road is completely different again. No two places are the same.
The other thing I love is that the sun keeps shining. We have yet to not see the sun shine in one 24 hours. It was rainy last week, rain we needed I might add, to keep our water tank filled
, but even though we had torrential rain, we continued to have sunny interludes. It's not continual weeks of grey, cold, damp misery like where we were in the Midlands, we still see the sun everyday and the sun feels warm.
It's cold at night once you step away from that log burner eh? And getting up for a wee in the middle of the night has you shivering your butt off and diving back under the covers. Mornings have you searching for that dressing gown on the floor next to the bed so you can pull it under the quilt and shrug it on before daring to venture forth. But come on, I remember waking up as a kid with ice on the inside of the windows - never did us any harm and what's more, I don 't remember feeling cold. Same reason I suppose, why Poppy's happy running round in shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. And yes, I do ask her to put something warmer on to which her response is to look at me with those 'oh for goodness sake' eyes and say, 'Mummy, if I were cold I would but I'm not so why do I have to?' And why does she have to? To appease me? I think not.
Interesting what Nicky says though, about being excited about snow. I'm quite happy for you guys to keep it down there on the SI
I love snow when it first falls but after that
We can be in the snowfields in an hour and a half and that'll do me.
