The seasonal shift is still something that is very strange to me living in New Zealand. For me, March is all about spring lambs, daffodils and the warming up of that damp British winter air.. March in New Zealand is autumnal and down on the South Island very cold. This completely caught me out on this trip as I packed the kids clothes based on our warmer Auckland weather and had to make a quick trip to the Warehouse to buy them some warmer clothes for the colder Queenstown air!

Queenstown reminded me a lot of the Lake District. Despite is business there was something quaint and very British about the victorian gardens, the bandstand and the berries on the trees. Felt quite like ‘home’.. albeit an old home now.