On the Monday before lockdown Piwi came to say goodbye. He and Mick played pool in the shed on the moth holed…
Tapotupotu is busier than we’ve ever seen it before. I love crowds, but Mick wants to move up creek…
There it is, every morning/the same/never the same.
We are privileged Mick and I/rural people who occasionally go to town.
It is quiet waiting for the pōwhiri. Kuia, one wearing black lace stockings and a hat trimmed with…
They troupe in the front door of Collards Pub on the main road north to Awanui, cue cases…
……on the first day, spring/kōanga was true to itself.
Getting prepared/the season kicks off tomorrow, eh?
