Muddy rascals

We had a long journey ahead today (paying the price for our Milford Sounds detour), so we struck a bargain with the boys: we'd let them have a go at quad-biking if they promised not to moan or constantly ask "Are we there yet?".
Strong winds and heavy rain had lashed down on us last night, which is always exciting when sheltering under two thin sheets of nylon. But despite Kim waking up and crying "We're all going to die", our little tent did us proud. The rain continued sporadically today, which made it the perfect day to a) get a long car journey over with, and b) splash around at speed in muddy puddles. So we did.