Strange Goings-on in Stratford

I did NOT know that Stratford (a small town in Taranaki) has it's very own Glockenspiel!  SHUT THE FRONT GATE, I hear you cry!  I know!
So without further ado (about nothing) we made our way to the glockenspiel at a little before 10am to behold the magical retelling of the Shakespeare classic, Romeo and Juliet.
Ok, so it was a bunch of mannequins poking their heads out of various windows and a tinny recording of the general story recaptured in 5 minutes, but it was still something unique and endearing.
The townsfolk must HATE it, because the tourists gather around expectantly, except it's right on a pedestrian crossing, so it looks like they are ready to cross.  Cars stop and us tourists stand there like numpties, not crossing, just stopping traffic.
After the excitement of the glockenspiel, we jumped in the car and ventured down the long and winding  lost highway (43) to Whangamomona.  Isn't saying Whangamomona almost as much fun as it is saying phenylalanine?  We said Whangamomona a LOT on the ride to and from.  Lunch in the pub then back to the indoor pool at the campground.  Oh yes, you heard me correctly, indoor pool.
Stratford, you may not be upon Avon, but you're a splendid town.