I don't write many letters these days, at 86 it takes a bit to get me to the computer.
Two incidents this week stirred me to write. Today [March 21] I was at the Te Ngae dump, the undercover one, struggling with a load of green matter when the guy with this massive front end loader drove over to see if I was alright and offered me a hand.
Earlier in the week my wife and I had ben picking tomatoes at Carl Dibley's gardens. As we were struggling up the path with two full buckets a school trip arrived and two young girls immediately offered to carry the buckets to the car.
This is the real Rotorua, feel the spirit.
[ABRIDGED]
ALF HOYLE
Rotorua.