Wilderness

A LIFETIME OF DISCOVERY

What do you remember of your grandfather?

My memory is of snippets as picked up by a 5-8 year-old who had the opportunity to meet up at his house when my mum, his daughter, was paying a visit for a meal or perhaps my father was mending a broken observatory roof in the weekend. Otherwise, the meetings were at Butterfly Creek or at Paekakariki where he would be fossicking for coastal beetles. In the house

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