On Monday I made one of my increasingly irregular trips to the “big smoke”.
Gisborne is 45 minutes away from our humble dwelling which is slowly emerging from the devastation left in the wake of Cyclones Hale and Gabrielle.
Our house is on a hill overlooking the moonscape of silt and debris that has, until recently, been a common sight on adjacent properties here in this river valley. However, the signs of recovery evident from the front veranda give one reason for hope that we are gradually returning to normal — whatever that might look like.
During the trip to town, we passed camping grounds alongside the beautiful Coast road that had recently been full to overflowing but now have only the odd tent or caravan, as the holidaymakers have packed up and returned to work after their well-earned summer break.
Another equally relevant observation was made as we passed the car parks adjacent to the beaches north of Gisborne, where the best surf breaks host the hordes of university and polytechnic students for whom a return to studies is still a month away.