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Roadside Chats (17) 24/10/15 Crossing the small bridge north of Kekerengu I see red & blue flashing lights. Too late!  I slow to a stop in front of the parked police car. Bugger; I was over 110. As the policeman…

Roadside Chats (16) 10/9/15 The tui’s are nesting. There’s a gap in the bush opposite Deep Song. Bursts of song emerge from within. Yesterday I watched a tui… soar… soar… higher… ever higher… then swoop… swoop… swoop. Swooping & swooping…

 Roadside Chats (15) 10/7/15 The shortest day passes. I light the fire more frequently. Winter or summer the Wakamarina Valley is a stunningly beautiful place to live. At Deep Song, I enjoy the company of kereru, bellbirds, tui’s, fantails, a…

 Roadside Chats (14) 20/5/15 Driving through Pear Tree Flat I come across a man walking. I pull over and introduce myself. His name is Donald. He’s a local; in his mid 70s. I invite him up for a cupper next…

 Roadside Chats (13) – 8/5/15 Swollen cloud empties into the Wakamarina Valley. The river roars. Moon Creek reaches a crescendo. As I prepare my evening meal there’s a knock at the door. Beneath the umbrella is Pete from Convergence. Pete’s…

Roadside Chats (11) 24/4/15 Thee solicitor’s call leaves me frustrated. I turn the energy of frustration into action. I ring Elle. I tell her I will leave Rarangi and drive to the cottage. On the way I will visit the…

 Roadside Chat’s (10) 8/4/15 It’s three weeks until the purchase of the cottage is confirmed; a month ‘til possession date. The sale is conditional on a LIM report. I settle in at Rarangi to wait it out. Mornings I wake…

Roadside Chats (9) 29/3/15 Pink splashes through the Camper windows. As I drift toward wakefulness I hear my wairua; A big wave ! T H E W A V E O F O U R Joy  I feel very happy.…

Roadside Chats (8) 15/3/15 Marfells beach… Valentine’s Day… I wake to a text: ‘Happy Valentine’s Day… there’s something under the passenger seat… love Elle.’ I rummage past tow ropes and battery leads to find the green box. In the box…

Roadside Chats (7) 7/3/15 I wake to the sound of a banjo. A male voice rehearses; Jesse James was a lad, he killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He took from the rich and he gave to…