This morning I attended the dawn service for Anzac Day that was held in Cranmer Square. It was a very moving service and made me think about one of my grandfathers who fought in World War One. He was a motorcycle courier I believe – probably a very dangerous thing to do. He came home though, unlike so many other young men. The service was very well attended.
The background details above the yellow Pohutakawa tree at the Square piqued my curiosity as we’ve had a lot of…









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