Road trip Part 2 – Quartzopolis aka Reefton

Road trip part one And now part 2: Murchison

On the road to Reefton.


Reefton used to be known as Quartzopolis, and is a bit famous as “In 1888 Reefton became the first town in New Zealand and the Southern Hemisphere to receive electricity …” [Wikipedia] It is also where my whānau comes from. I haven’t visited for years, probably since my Grandma died. It’s a place we visited lots, I used to dream of coming here to live.

Dad’s nickname was Farmer – aka the Broadway Farmer – so it was cool to stay on the street he got that name from.

The Reefton cross.

The Reefton Skate Park. 

The swinging bridge across the Inangahua River.   

Reefton Cemetery

I visited the graves of my uncles, grandparents, and great-grandparents – Robertsons and Cohens.

The cemetery is quite beautiful, and it was raining.


There are a bunch of second hand shops in Reefton. Many of them had a lot of dolls. Apparently there is an elderly collector who has dispersed her collection. One was showcased in a gigantic fridge.


Bubbles on Broadway

At the top of Broadway,  an American artist in the old BNZ building has two bubble machines firing out his window, and the street is full of bubbles.


More second hand sights and shops

Coutts and Jones Antiques at the Reefton Coffin Co

My favourite shop. So many treasures. They had an original Tom Scott cartoon drawing about the welfare state, you could see where he had whited things out. Also glass eyes, Fun ho toys etc. I bought a 1988 first day cover celebrating 100 years of electricity, and a long pair of leather gloves with little buttons.

There is an historic photo in the window of this shop, and my grandma is in it – the shop used to be called Thorpy’s.

Here is her great-granddaughter in the same spot.




Armageddon it: 100 Days Project: Day 5

Photo taken 11 March 2017.

We got to Armageddon Pop Culture Expo most years. Never mind the stalls and the stuff for sale, mostly we can hardly move for the crowds – the best thing is the utterly fab cosplay.

We are always unorganised costume-wise, but somehow my bloke and kid manage to whip something together. This year he was Negan from The Walking Dead (there were 5 other Negans that we saw), Kiddo was a Soda Warrior, and I wore my Sapphire and Steel t-shirt.

We loved meeting Judy from Zootopia, Steven Universe Crystal Gems, Coraline’s Mum, Wolverine, Raven, and a big Chewbacca.

SOL Square – 3 May 2017: 100 Days Project: Day 1

SOL Square, 3 May 2017

A fence went down in Christchurch this month, so you can look a bit further into SOL Square.

Back in the day, I went with friends to see Goldie at Ministry. Me and Mr T went right to the front, close enough for Mr T to get right up in Goldie’s grill. We stood there by the turntable, and Mr T laid down some challenges to Goldie.

Probably the most gangster behaviour I’ve been an accessory to.

Slow mo

Wednesday 25 November. Bus to town and get off across the road from the Manchester Street carpark, not that it is there except for rubble. I walk down Gloucester Street, and down New Regent Street.

Probably stop to admire this.

Buy some white chocolate and macadamia cookies at Mrs Higgins. Walk down Armagh, then onto Colombo by the Town Hall. Then, as usual, scoot down Colombo to the corner of Bealey and Colombo Street.

I like to keep left and cross from Pepperberry to the 24 hour surgery on the corner. It feels slightly less exposed, though I usually look over my right shoulder as the traffic behind me has a green light when I go across Bealey Avenue.

I have my headphones on, and cross alongside another pedestrian. We are about halfway across when there is a ruckus. I turn right and see a large vehicle, maybe a 4WD rocketing through the air, dragging a large piece of metal with it, and wires behind.  I feel it whistle past. Smashing sounds, and people screaming. The air is full of dirt as the vehicle has ripped up part of the verge, and it seems the metal is part of a traffic light. The car hits into the eastbound traffic stopped at the lights.

The other pedestrian and I duck down and grab each other, then scuttle off the road together, back to the corner of Bealey and Colombo outside Pepperberry. We are stunned, occasionally hugging each other, aware of people coming from all directions, and a phalanx forming on someone on the other side of the road from us. We don’t know if it is someone from the vehicle, or a pedestrian who took the parallel route to us.

People are quasi-traffic controllers, standing on each roadway into the accident.  From the 24 hour surgery, medical staff come running out with a gurney.  I ring my partner. My legs shake shake shake.

A journalist asks questions, on his way to an appointment.

I exchange name and numbers with my pedestrian comrade.

Lyn G bikes past and walks me home. I talk to the police on my way past. I think I am holding something of his, sunglasses? but he just wants his official police pen back.

I am home, hugs, more hugs, tweets, thoughtfulnesses from others, a rosé  with a kind friend. Worry worry for the person in the road, and anyone else in that mad place. What even happened?


If you remember the 1980s, you’ll remember how the threat of nuclear war was as scary as hell.

There was an educational segment in the local newspaper on what would happen if Invercargill was nuked (its risk was as a food production area) and I did a bunch of computer calculations on the half life of various radioactive materials for school.

I read about Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Was fascinated by radiation. Watched The Day After, the American blockbuster (I remember seeing a horse’s skeleton lit up at the moment of the blast). I read The Greenpeace Book of the Nuclear Age. Don’t forget the plutonium fuelled Edge of Darkness with Bob Peck.

When the wind blows by Raymond Briggs broke my heart as an old couple endured nuclear war.

Threads came out in 1984. It was a BBC programme that showed nuclear war, and the leadup to and its effect on Sheffield, England.

1980s – I remember the sheer horror of it.
1990s – at Otago University they had an AV room, and I rewatched I Claudius. And Threads.
2000s – after meeting my bloke, we went on a dystopian movie bender. Day of the Triffids. The Stand. Survivors. And Threads – Alice in Videoland has it.
2010s – S. was watching it a couple of nights ago. I sat and watched. Had forgotten how skilfully it blended the banal everyday, with the menace of imminent war in the background – on the news on tv, on the radio, in the newspapers. Then the speed at which everything unravels, and war comes, B52s fly off, and the government and authorities go to the bunkers. I watched the bomb go off, the dad is on the loo with his pants around his ankles. Nana is being escorted down the stairs into the cellar. A woman on the street turns this way and that, puts her hand to her head. Another woman in the street stands there and the camera pans down to her feet and a pool of urine floods out across the concrete.

I stop there.

Dead sheep

When Dad sheared sheep, he left them with sideburns so they looked like late era Elvis.

Once when we were visiting the home farm on the Coast, we tried to move a dead sheep and both ended up retching. My stoic little sister held the contents of her stomach intact. That ghastly sound of expellent air as we tried to move it. The smell, the smell.

At high school in Gore, the worst insult the boys could hurl at a girl was “Dead sheep”.

Sherriff, George, 1846-1930. Sherriff, George, 1846-1930 :[A victim of the keas. ca 1885]. Ref: 1/2-002753-F. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand.

Sherriff, George, 1846-1930. Sherriff, George, 1846-1930 :[A victim of the keas. ca 1885]. Ref: 1/2-002753-F. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand.