Elisabeth Easther meets Cally Johnstone of The Quince Boutique Bed & Breakfast.
I grew up in Dunedin and we used to holiday in Wanaka when there was only one shop, the Four Square. It was a bit like Millers Flat is now. Or we'd go to Nelson. We never went to the beach because my mother hated sand, so we stayed at the Matai River. We had a caravan, a tent and awnings and we'd stay at camping grounds. When we travelled Mum and Dad would fill me up with carsick pills so I just slept. I remember one trip from Blenheim to Nelson. Doughnuts were a new thing, but mine came back up and I've never had one since.
My first holiday without my parents, I went to Italy on an Italian ship, from Auckland to Genoa. As we left, there was some big uprising and Dad told us not to get off the boat in Naples. But instead of going all the way to Genoa, we got off the boat in Naples. And it was terrible. We were petrified because, after six weeks in a boat, there we are, just the two of us, standing in some foreign land in 1976. And this boat is sailing off without us. I was useless but my school friend Judy could read maps and do practical things. She had a bit of nous and she took us where we were supposed to go or I'd probably still be standing there now.
When we arrived in London, we hated it so our first job was in Cornwall where we worked in a B&B and restaurant. You tell lies to get those first jobs — you tell people you've done all these things and just figure it out.