I spent last weekend wrestling with an eight-foot tree root.  By dark on the first day, it had become obvious that it was a scion of a macadamia tree stump still three feet away from the laboriously dug trench in...
Throughout Project Forever’s exhaustive report on the future of tourism on Waiheke, Covid hangs like a spectre, haunting each question and statistic with its new and potent impact on residents’ and business confidence. Had the surveys been conducted, say, three...

So how did we get to be on the UN’s mat for a shameful lack of housing for our citizens and the wiping out of internationally recognised human rights to adequate housing – to which we actually subscribe? In the...
Scratch the surface of Waiheke and one of its first, and potentially most disturbing, traits you reveal tends to be a constant battle over the concept of ownership – that longevity and settlement incur on the individual a proportionately...

Only now, in the throes of this fourth Covid lockdown in 18 months, am I coming to grips with my somewhat tangled relationship with gardens and gardening.   My mother and, later, mother-in-law, were both magnificent gardeners, who – given...

“Epidemiological stupidity” isn’t a phrase that trips off the tongue easily – and, before the events of the past 20 months, would have had most of us reaching for the Scrabble dictionary. But with the hindsight of a raging pandemic,...
If our earlier level 4 lockdowns felt eerie, with the lucky of us almost sleepwalking into domestic housewifery, nature walks and having our children surprise us, those pauses and the mesmerising change from busy lives at least allowed us...
As Ashley Bloomfield and Jacinda Ardern filed into the Beehive theatrette to deliver Tuesday evening’s hammer blow confirmation of the country’s level 4 response to our first community Covid case in nigh-on half a year, I was at my...

So, the planet has blown the whistle and it’s game on. We either pull ourselves together and get points on the board or we find ourselves at the bottom of the table, supplanted on the podium and replaced in...
As kids on long drives to summer holidays, we used to count ghost trees. Singing along to Abba or the Carpenters, eye-spying or counting sequential number plates were possibly less macabre, but nigh-on half a century later, not as memorable. Dutch...
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