BEHIND THE LENS

Remember the disappointment of picking up your photos from the chemist after a day at the races? You might have been standing so close you could nearly touch the cars you shot, but now the prints you’re staring at, in a combination of shock and disgust, are making you wonder if you were even there. Then you see what a true artist can do, and you wonder why you bother. Terry Marshall is not only one of those artists but also arguably the grand master of New Zealand motor racing snappers.

We meet for dinner at the Speight’s Ale House in Addington, and we open discussions with an Old Dark each.

I knew he’d grown up near Morrinsville and that an underrated local saloon car driver was his boyhood hero.