Grey drizzly start, we were so lucky with Tongariro, pouring by the time we left. No mountains anywhere. Drove along The Forgotten World Highway (why don't we use these names, more fun in a traffic jam than poor old M25). It would have been stunning if a bit more visible, Middle Earth hills, then fern forest. By lunchtime the clouds gave way to watery sun. Called at the DOC centre to sort out huts, then to B&B. A larger-than-average building with surprisingly high ceilings. It had been dismantled and brought from S Taranaki on a large truck. Not as daft as it sounds, a whole hotel was moved a few hundred yards in Welington to free up the prime waterfront location for the cultural museum.
A brief foray into New Plymouth, the museum had exhibits on early life here, so hard, particularly if you were posh, and had to wear Victorian dresses and corsets.
Finally the art gallery to see some Len Lye dynamic sculptures and drawings, hard to categorise, influenced by almost everything, strange and way ahead of his time.
http://www.govettbrewster.com/len-lye/
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