The weather on that Christmas day, that summer in New Zealand, couldn’t decide if it was going to be beautiful and sunny or partly cloudy and drizzling and so we decided to have all the festivities in the house — with a walk down to the beach later and Champagne under the pohutukawa trees for those who were willing to take a chance on the weather.
It was…
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