While Wellington was having all its seismic excitement yesterday, I was in Napier.
We took the scenic route (SH 50 and paused on the way to look at the pretty little village of Onga Onga . Like many restored villages, it is a little contrived, but in the bright sunshine and with the snow-capped Ruahine ranges in the background it was all very nice.
As you might notice from the signs on this building, our farming pioneers were versatile folk.
We drove on through the lovely pastoral landscape, past Tikokino and emerged eventually in the famous Gimblett gravels wine growing area at the back of Napier.
While Mary was busy with other things in the afternoon, I drove a little way along the Fernhill-Taihape road and turned around near Pukehamoamoa and saw some delightful rolling farmland.
In case any of my Northern hemisphere friends are still clinging to the remnants of their summer, give up now! Resistance is futile. Spring is here, and we have the lambs to prove it.
By now the light was fading and I have just one more shot … a small lake on a farm somewhere to the South of the Taihape Rd.