In keeping with the theme involving water (and in the last post--mist), this picture shows a real sea-fog that fell on us like a blanket as we passed through Cook Strait (between Wellington and Picton).
It was a sparklingly clear morning otherwise--in fact, you can see the sun shining on the ocean, something I also noticed happening at Abel Tasman National Park a couple of days later (but with light overhead cloud cover rather than fog). The weather in New Zealand is pretty variable, as captured in a well-known expression used for a song title by Crowded House (even though Neil Finn supposedly wasn't referring to NZ!).
It also changes by region. The Central Plateau in the North Island can be covered with snow (and the highway iced up), while in the area where I lived, about two hours' drive south-west, a frost on the lawn in the morning was the sign of a cold night. Certainly I'd never seen snow fall in the Manawatu by the time we moved to Canada. My guess is that New Zealand's diverse geography contributes to the variability of the weather.
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