The other day, I found myself driving back from Palmerston North. Somewhere in the countryside - about halfway from Norsewood to Takapau, or so it seemed - I came across a pro-amalgamation billboard. It set me thinking, as I drove home over the next hour or so, about the question of identity.
The billboard proprietor wanted me to believe that somehow it made sense to incorporate his location (inland, open country, sparse population, agricultural economic base) and mine (maritime, urban, concentrated population, an economic base rooted in tourism and transport) as one unit of local government. As I drove the 21km to Waipukurau, I wondered why anyone should think such a thing. Did it make any sort of sense? I'd answered that in the negative by the time I reached Waipawa, a mere 7km further along the road.
The only sensible logic for amalgamating such distinct and totally contrasting communities would imply the sort of traffic jams associated with Auckland, but nothing of the kind exists in Hawke's Bay, and the Heretaunga Plains plan for our traffic was agreed years ago conjointly by all our local authorities, and is proceeding smoothly, according to plan.
The whole of Hawke's Bay was the unit of the old Hawke's Bay province, established in the Victorian era when our total population amounted to a few thousand and we did not house two of the country's 10 largest cities. But why now should anyone want to return us to the Victorian age? Provincial government was abolished and local councils set up because the provincial system was too unwieldy and remote from the needs of the growing communities.
Why would we want to go back to that? I may enjoy the quaintness of gas lighting or penny-farthing bicycles, but I don't want them reinstated. Putting the clock back a century and more hardly seems the way forward to a vibrant future.