Nigel has temporarily abandoned Wanaka for Devon in the UK, so can be found carving chair legs in his workshop more often than terrorising trout. While he hasn't completely handed in his frequent flier cards, there is definitely a trend to a more rustic lifestyle. The chef thing seems to have been acquiring a new lease of life recently, with a number of TV appearances but be warned: the dishes might look plausible, but try to eat them at your peril.
With Hamish, his 16 year old son, now way ahead of him on skis, he retreats to the comfort that he can still cut it on the guitar, though new albums have been noticeably absent of late. Perhaps next year?