This is the time in every golden summer when we again hail the sight of familiar faces in the street and bond in shared pain over the holiday excesses.  This year (again) it’s been the  motley of buses—from the greasy...

Steve moved into the street just before Christmas in 1989 when we were both 14, and I’ve known him well ever since. I suppose right from the beginning I saw a bit of myself in him. He was a twin...
The dotterel at Whakanewha are thriving, and so too the pied stilt and oystercatchers. Prowling cats and stoats have come a cropper in the surrounding network of traps, and the clutches of speckled, sandy eggs have become fledglings. In...
It’s all too easy to switch off the festive magic of the holidays.  A bit like when someone turned on the lights at a school disco and you’d realise, glaringly, that all the music, groove and glitterballs in the world...
The box arrives with a familiar clink and a thump every year in the days before Christmas: three red, three white, always from the island and always accompanied by a short handwritten note dictated down the phone to Christine...

The stump fairly thrummed as we placed our hands on its bark-stripped surface. It stands about four metres high in a patch of bush not far from where we live, stark and white against the lush green canopy, surrounded by...
A rather marvellous elephant has moved in next door. He arrived Friday and has spent his first weekend staring serenely at the puzzled looks of drivers as they navigate the junction just by Wisca. It would be fair to say he’s...
In medialand, tis the season of lists and headlines starting with “Tis the season”. Among those lists are the obligatory “word of the year” rewritten press releases from purveyors of dictionaries and further education. 2019, for example, already has...
It’s hard not to feel, as Waiheke comes to seething point with overweening city ambitions to rewrite everything from our city doorstep and bus timetables to our planning rules – preferably behind closed doors – that the city hegemony...
Would have been around 9.45pm Monday, when out of the darkness at the front of the section there came a muffled yelp and a flickering torchlight. I’m not overly proud of the flower bed in the middle of the meadow...
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