It's not often that this family is in snow. In fact, it's only ever happened once, just a few weeks ago. It's much more common for us to be someplace warm - at home on our island, fishing, swimming, camping, on roadtrips to northern NSW, or - when we are really lucky - in southern Africa, learning the sounds of the hippo and the gentle ways of the giraffe. I spend entire winters listening to the Zimbabwean complaining about how cold it is in Sydney and how he needs to live somewhere HOT. I should have been prepared for this, considering I met him in winter in Germany, with an inadequate jacket and too-thin socks. But still, he has now fallen in love with New Zealand's south island, with chilly climes and snow-capped mountains! I have a feeling this won't be our (first and) last day in snow.
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