Dog days
Jan 23, 2022
2 minutes
CHARLOTTE GRIMSHAW
My father-in-law, George, was a benign and genial man who regarded my love of walking as a form of madness. If he passed me on the road he’d stop the car and shout, “What are you doing? In this heat? Get in!”
When he was lying in his open coffin on the marae at Whatuwhiwhi in the Far North, I told
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