Finally, the photographic evidence:-
Husband risks life and limb.
So I’m not sure what Husband was up to in this shot. He was either winding up for a rousing chorus of ‘I’m Every Woman’, or he might have been stretching.
Jed gets to grip with a tree.
If there is any body of water in the vicinity, you can be pretty sure Jed will be straight in there.
More like a drowned rat.
Jed considers his career prospects. Something outdoors, maybe in the forestry industry.
Dusk by the sea.
I would hazard a guess this is Mount Ruapehu and a tufty rock. I should really write these things down (well, the tufty rock is obvious).
Husband tries to talk Jed into sledding.
Foreground: Jed’s arse, as he attempts to tunnel to Ireland. He gave up after three feet.
Puppy strikes a pose.
Husband works up a smile of sorts.
Evening closed as we drove north to Turangi, and I looked back to see Mount Ruapehu stalked by great banks of cloud.
Another one which doesn’t quite translate to print. We took a quick detour up Kaimanawa Road so that Husband could complain how cold it was at The Pillars of Hercules. This was the view at the T-junction giving back onto SH1.