I’ve written before about what an interesting place the small town of Carterton is. It’s full of lovely treats like the amazing French cuisine of Mirabelle, the joys of stone-oven pizza in the hills at Bolle and Gerlinda’s rustic Swiss lodge, and a proliferation of artists whose work is wondrous.
Living right on Carrington Park in the middle of town has transformed our first-floor office windows into a giant TV: we get all sorts of sports events happening right on our doorstep, and even the occasional hovercraft.
But one thing I never thought I’d see in the park is… snow.
Sure, the Tararuas get a lovely dusting of white once in a while. But down here in the valley? Wow! Our neighbours reckon they haven’t seen anything like it in 50 years.
And so last night and this morning we were out there with the kids, chucking snowballs and tromping around in the crunchy fresh flakes. And it’s supposed to continue for the next few days- we might have to look at cracking out the skis and a tow-rope behind the car!
Just another magical day in Carterton…
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