Went to Nelson the other day, it was snowing and thankfully we were in a 4WD....

The Forecast

Gloom drifted in from the west, past snow encrusted mountains and over wild and swollen streams. The silent descent of the low cloud gave rise to the unconscious suspicion of dread that had steadily overtaken the pilgrims. And now, all they could do was wait. Snow began to fall, large flakes drifted along the side of the road, piling up - pure white against the greying blue yonder overhead.

Beech trees enshrouded in snow encompassed the road, mighty glaciers lethargically eroded subaqueous valleys while Kea spiraled overhead, looking for an unsupervised car to dismantle.