At about 10am on Sunday January 12th, I found a $20 note at Woodhill Sands, an equestrian event centre west of Auckland.
It was lying so perfectly in the middle of the main driveway that it could have been a prank. I half wondered if some unseen strand of cotton would drag it out of reach as I bent to pick it up.
I looked around to see if anyone nearby appeared to have lost something but there was no one in the vicinity. I held up the note to show my family.
"Score," said my ten-year-old. "No, it's not a score," I said. "Hand it in to the office," said my husband. "I will. I'll post it to them," I replied. Our horses were on the truck and we were in the driveway with the gate shut behind us. I didn't plan to trek back to find an office. (Cash is a prohibited item as far as NZ Post is concerned so I'll have to write a cheque to send it by mail.)
It's only the second time I've found lost money. The other occasion was when I was about ten. On my way home from school I found a $10 note which was quite a lot of money back in the 70s. I was really pleased. "Score," I probably thought to myself. So I was gutted when my father telephoned the school to tell them I'd be handing in the money the next day and that if they didn't find the rightful owner then the school should keep it as a donation.