On the bus home, the bright red emergency lever at the top of the back door stands out: FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY. And there she is, eleven-year-old Nicola Marlow in Autumn Term, on the train for the first time to attend Kingscote School, pulling that same emergency lever simply because she lost her swiss-army knife out… Continue reading The Marlows and the Forgotten Series
During the summer of my first year at Victoria University, I worked alongside my father in the lupin-covered landscape of Ōtūrehua. Home to Brian Turner and little else (population: twenty-seven), the Central Otago ‘so-called middle of nowhere’[i] town had its heyday in the late nineteenth century. Not keen on bringing the populace up to twenty-nine, my father and I rented a cottage in the nearby gold-rush town of Naseby.