Kimbolton is what I like to think of as typical small-farming-town-rural-New-Zealand. In the 1950s. It's a sweet little place, and everyone knows each other.
I wandered around the town for a little while on Good Friday - I'd arrived too late to help my uncle with the milking (seriously).
Everyone has beautiful cottage gardens, and I spent some time chasing bumblebees. While they appear to be slow, they zip around quick enough that they are nearly impossible to photograph. I promise that there really is one in the fuchsias there!
It seemed slightly unreal that a minister would have bothered to come all the way to this town just to open a telephone exchange. Must have been a slow year in 1970.
And every small town has (well, had) a bank.
Only one more update, and you will have seen all the best bits of the journey!