Working on Our Hidden Homeless series I've had a rethink about what constitutes homelessness.
Previously, it was the old man on a park bench who reeked of alcohol, or the younger, just-as-broken man who sat on the pavement with a sad-eyed dog and a cardboard sign asking for money.
Here in Northland, we don't see these people.
We have a different kind of homelessness, hidden in dilapidated dwellings in paddocks with no running water or power.
Our people are sleeping in cars and on couches in overcrowded homes and spilling over into barns, garages, caravans and tents.