Wellington… with kids

It’s a little late, this travel piece on Wellington.  I came home from New Zealand to an avalanche of real work (and when you are talking snow, work piling up in your own business is about the only place you want an avalanche) and am only now just raising my head above the parapet.   ButContinue reading “Wellington… with kids”

Sort of skiing in Middle Earth

I have a friend who describes skiing as akin to being chased around an ice-box by a particularly ruthless burglar who steals all your money and bashes you black and blue. Two days in and wallet appreciably lighter, it is hard to find fault with this description. Certainly, as I wince my way down theContinue reading “Sort of skiing in Middle Earth”