It's when a balloon animal explodes with a loud pop at the airport, and no-one throws themselves to the floor, that you appreciate what a safe place New Zealand is.
However, I'm swapping a perfect spring day for the unknown vagaries of an English autumn - off to London, old friends, old haunts and all the beauty, history and riches of England, Wales and Ireland. Plus Blackthorn cider.
Can't wait!
Been there, done that, still gloating...
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