By ABBIE JURY
At this time of the year I find myself driving over to Ruapehu on relatively frequent occasions.
No, dear Reader, do not even start trying to visualise yours truly on skis. I am what is described as a cafe mother, indulging Last Child At Home’s love affair with his snowboard. But as he sleeps on the way over (we leave alarmingly early in the morning) and on the way back (he is tired after a day on the mountain), I survey the countryside.
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