Ah the memories. Rainy Auckland. Baked Beans in the sparrow cafe. Ronin jump jump jumping on the hotel bed. Sunshine carrying us to Waiheke Island. Roses growing over the cabin. The best fish and chips. Two-litre plastic bottle of Scrumpy Cider. Mmmm cider. Seagulls circling. Beach, beach, beach. Rock pools and oyster cuts. Kate and Rowan and seaweed dogs. ‘The duck bit me’, he said. ‘I wouldn’t let go of the bread’ he said. Laughing at him. Fresh apricots from the tree. Early mornings. The baby chick tap dancing in his hand. ‘It was soft’, he said. Ferry to Wendy and Tony and their magic garden. Ice cream dribbling down his chin. Lily the dog. A conversation in the dinosaur tree. Home to Granddad. Choice.
