Two in the Bush
Part One: Wally and Cheryl A little over five years ago I moved from a small coastal village thirty kilometres from our capital city, Wellington, to a larger coastal community closer to the city. I had been there only a couple of weeks when a neighbour invited me to a wine and cheese evening, held in the local church hall to raise funds to fight plans for a proposed motorway through the community. I arrived a little late to the wine and cheese evening, paid my entrance fee and moved into the...