When the cricketing annals look back at the 2011-12 summer, they might rate the recent test series against South Africa as a turning point for New Zealand cricket; a door opening to a firmer era of test stability.
Such a contention will be challenged almost immediately. New Zealand makes test tours of the West Indies, India, Sri Lanka and South Africa this year. Beating Sri Lanka away in November and South Africa in December/January will be tough assignments. However, overtaking the West Indies into seventh on the world rankings and challenging India, a team beaten 4-0 by England and Australia within the last year, are realistic goals.
Some will rail against the view of a new era - after all, the New Zealand test cricketers suffered a bruising from the Proteas and a berating from the country's armchair army during the recent series, lost 1-0. But there were signs the New Zealanders were beginning to battle through batting woes which seemed to stem from the effects of a steady diet of the game's short forms.
The examination the team's batsmen were given by the South African bowlers was as searching as anything seen since the days of the West Indies attack of the 1980s and later the Australian bowling stocks spearheaded by Glenn McGrath. Such an experience cannot help but be good for batsmen - and there were signs the likes of Martin Guptill, Brendon McCullum, Kane Williamson, Ross Taylor, Daniel Flynn and Dean Brownlie will improve with more time to work on their technique and exposure to the world's best.
There cannot be a more formidable task in cricket at present than donning layers of protective gear to face the Proteas' pace attack of Dale Steyn, Vernon Philander, Morne Morkel and, in the third test, Marchant de Lange. In that final match, the line of trajectory into the body awoke memories of New Zealand getting battered by the West Indies four-pronged pace attack in the 1980s. If the New Zealanders weren't facing Philander - the fastest bowler to take 50 test wickets in 115 years - then world No 1 Steyn, Morkel or de Lange were charging in, nostrils flared. It was not a time to misplace your box, or, in Ross Taylor's case, your forearm guard.