Taken from Te Kopuru looking across the Wairoa River towards the distant hills of Tangowahine. My father had a farm on those hills and in the valley mainly cattle, sadly he died when I was about 6 years old and my mother was forced to sell the farm - a neighbouring farmer bought it and most of the stock. When I went back to NZ I drove up the valley to see if I could remember where the farm was and to see if I could see the old farmhouse, it was strange I new immediately when I got to the farm the farmhouse sits on a hill with wonderful views and is mainly a ruin now. I remembered the name of the neighbouring farmers so I rang them on the off chance that they were still farming the land - eureka they were so excited to speak to me it was the son who now farmed the land and he remembered my parents and me, I rode to school on a horse with his sister. I was taken on a tour around the farm on the back of a quad bike, we went up to the to the top (or nearly the top) of those distant hills to look down on the farm and the old house. It was so surreal and I hoped my father could see me looking in wonder at the very beautiful valley that he farmed. I remembered to much even though I was so young - there is even a large paddock called Macky Flats - my maiden name.
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