We are staying in a heritage hotel built in 1928 in a remote location between seasons so that there are few guests. The lounge areas are huge with open fireplaces, there is a library with leather wing chairs and a large dinning room with formal settings. We were picked up at the station, aptly named National Park, by a hotel employee and driven here.
It started snowing as we arrived but not enough to be snowed in Agatha Christie style. The views of the mountains are terrific but not foreboding and there has been no storm which cuts the power and telephone lines.
And as I do not want a body there is no Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot but one would expect that they could be sitting in such a lounge, Miss Marple with her knitting, watchful, chatty and aware.
While we were delivered here there was no bellboy and no Monsieur Gustav to wave the cases to be taken to our rooms, in fact we had to take them ourselves.
We went to Taranaki Falls this morning but we did not walk faster enough to be called a tramp perhaps an amble rather than a ramble.
When we arrived there were about a dozen people in the lounge having high tea but there were only about 5 couples at dinner last night, one couple said they always come for their wedding anniversary. The ski season does not start until the end of June. It is rather lovely staying here in the peace with so few other people and very helpful staff.
Now I must go to dress for dinner, that is change out of muddy walking clothes.