I have arrived in New Zealand in the midst of a drought. It’s mid March, the skies are blue and the mercury has vertigo. It is a daily, nay multi-daily topic of conversation. And it should be because the weather is amazing.
For the last few years I’ve always told friends to save their trip here until late February/ March time when the weather tends to be more settled and good for touristing. For once I am proud to report that I paid attention to myself (not a common occurrence) and am here basking in near 30 degree temperatures. I am very pale. It was snowing when I left London and it is snowing there still.
It is not snowing here:
I was not kite surfing.
I was drinking coffee here
and sipping pinot gris here. With a view like this it would be churlish not to.
But the cows and sheep are suffering. It is a dustbowl out there. Feed’s being brought up from the South Island where, luckily for the English cricketers, rain stopped play in Dunedin and they managed a draw in the first test.
The farmers are praying for rain. The Barmy Army (English cricket followers) are probably praying for rain but are certainly sun burnt from a day at Wellington’s Basin Reserve but wine makers the length and breadth of this country are praying for the rain to hold off another week or two until the grapes are ready for picking. It’s going to be a bumper harvest.
My tip. Watch out for 2013 on NZ wine labels. It will be a good investment, I’m told.