From the mountain to the sea, Taranaki - a region like no other It’s unique, it’s legendary and it’s impressive
Where were you born and where did you grow up?
Little Erik was pushed into the world in the city of The Hague, the Netherlands. Until high school that was where I grew up before moving to Voorburg, Leidschendam and Leiden.
What first got you into writing and at what age?
Writing has always been a passion for me. In Primary School I wrote short stories and had my first ever comic strip printed in the school paper. I started writing a journal from 1977 and have since built up quite a library of them that I can use for inspiration.
Did you have a teacher who inspired you and what is the most important thing you learnt from them? I can’t say that there were any teachers that inspired me to write. As an artist my high school art teacher, Mrs. Vucsan, was an inspiration for my drawing and illustration.
What is the best advice you’ve been given?
The past doesn’t equal the future.
If you could tell your younger writing self anything what would it be? Keep writing and collect things that you might be using in your future writing. Make sure to back up your digital journal ‘back up’ (I lost SEVEN years due to a computer glitch that wiped all those entries, even from the back up).
What is your fondest memory?
My first trip to Disneyland in 1977 with my grandmother when I was ten years old.
Why do you love being a writer?
Writing is a form of therapy. It’s a way to formulate the complicated thoughts that spin around in my brain each day. For years I had kept my writing to myself, fearing it wouldn’t be good enough to share – worrying about any negative reactions. I am glad I have found the strength to be able to overcome that fear to the point where I have been able to publish some of my stories.
What do you enjoy writing the most?
Any stories loosely based on my personal experiences, with humour added and a touch of mystery. Whether it is poetry, a short story, a book, or even an article. I enjoy playing with words – letting them dance on the page, hoping someone will get enjoyment from even one sentence.
What piece of writing are you most proud of and why? My Shock Trilogy is something I am very proud of as it kick-started being published.
What is your favourite quote? The past doesn’t equal the future.
As a writer what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal? A meerkat as they are my favourite animal. But I do love birds as well and often think some of the sparrows that come to visit during the day are there to inspire me.
What other hobbies do you enjoy when you aren’t writing?
Drawing on my digital tablet, PlayStation games, watching movies and photography.
Where is your favourite place to go for inspiration?
Ohawe Beach – I love going there around sunrise, just being alone with all the rocks. Stacking them, taking photos and looking for fossils.
What is your favourite adult book? It would be a battle between Stephen King’s ‘IT’ and John Irving’s ‘The World According to Garp’.
What is your favourite childhood book?
It’s a Dutch book, ‘Kruistocht in Spijkerbroek’ (Crusade in Jeans) – a time travel story about a boy who travels to the time of the crusades.
What is the first book that made you cry?
Not many books make me cry, but when I was reading ‘WIDOW FOR A YEAR’ by John Irving in the year my father had died, parts of the book brought me to tears whilst reading it during a train trip.
What music do you listen to when you are writing?
A mixture of music but I am mostly drawn to movie soundtracks. I like using song titles in my writing and often play the music to get inspired. Like in ‘Cul-De-Shock’ there’s a strong David Bowie influence.
Do you have a favourite spot to sit when you are writing?
With modern technology it makes it easier to have my tablet anywhere, but I do tend to write more at my desk. Over the years my typing has become faster and I often find myself typing blindly, yet if I consciously try to do this it doesn’t work.
What is next for you?
There are so many stories still to tell. I have a few series that I will be exploring over the coming years, spin-offs of the Shock Trilogy – all part of the Q-niverse. I do have a few other ideas that I have been working on in my mind, so just keep reading the CRISP magazine to find out what might sprout from my brain in time to come!
What would you tell someone wanting to get into writing?
Marry an editor :) - Google is your friend when it comes to research. Find your passion and just start writing. Make sure to jot down in your journal those real-life experiences as they could become gems for future stories. Write, write, and then write some more.
How can people follow your work?
Google eRiQ Quaadgras to follow me on the different platforms. My books are either available on Amazon or ISSUU. My photography is on Instagram, Facebook, and of course in the magazine you are reading right now.
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Where were you born and where did you grow up?
I was born and grew up in Gauteng, South Africa.
What first got you into writing and at what age?
I have been writing ever since I was a child and could write. I never had anyone who inspired me, it was just something I believe I was ‘born to do’.
Did you have a teacher who inspired you and what is the most important thing you learnt from them?
I am lucky to have gone to a private ‘artsy’ school. My English and Drama teachers would be my high school inspirations for writing. My English teacher despised the word ‘very’ and urged everyone to stop using ‘intensifiers’, and made sure we spelt ‘a lot’ correctly. These were his major pet peeves. They also encouraged me to read a range of books. Read, read, and read some more. My Drama teacher enjoyed reading my poetry and gave me tips and tricks to make it sound better. I was fortunate to have two amazing teachers that I still look up to so much.
What is the best advice you’ve been given?
The best advice comes from my editor who says, “keep writing and don’t miss one day or you will lose the flow.”
If you could tell your younger writing self anything what would it be?
“Believe in yourself and keep writing. Take the good criticism to heart.”
What is your fondest memory?
Finding an Oscar Wilde book in the U.K. A great thick book of all his work.
Why do you love being a writer?
It gives me a chance to escape reality and live in my own make-believe world.
What do you enjoy writing the most?
I have always loved poetry and it is the first writing I did as a child.
What piece of writing are you most proud of and why?
My novella ‘Letters to Titan’ because it was my first writing achievement.
What is your favourite quote?
‘I don’t know where I am going but I am on my way’ by Carl Sagan. I even have this tattooed on the back of my leg.
As a writer what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
I don’t have a mascot that cheers me on BUT I have always seen my own characters in my books as my ‘mascots’ and make-believe friends. Those characters who aren’t real but get me. They give me a reason to wake up and write some more.
What other hobbies do you enjoy when you aren’t writing?
I have grown to love hiking. As a child it was something I despised, but now I love it. My other hobbies are photography and cooking.
Where is your favourite place to go for inspiration?
This is a tricky question because I have a lot of places. Music is more of an influence on my writing than places. As a writer you see a story in everything but with the right music you have a story.
What is your favourite adult book? Spud by John van de Ruit and anything by Shakespeare. I love that style of writing.
What is your favourite childhood book?
I don’t have a favourite but have fond memories of my mum and grandparents making up stories that had me believing in them. I suppose that is why I now have such a great imagination.
What is the first book that made you cry?
It would have to be Spud. When the little guy died from meningitis I cried like a baby. This was probably because I knew there was truth to Spud.
What music do you listen to when you are writing?
A variety. The key to great writing is to listen to every genre. I can sometimes listen to ‘Beautiful’ by Karen Zoid on repeat while writing a whole chapter and not get bored, and then for the next chapter I will jump to Chopin classical music. It really depends on what my characters are doing and where my mind is.
Do you have a favourite spot to sit when you are writing?
I used to always sit on my bed and write but now sit at the dining room table, as I get less tired. I sit up straight and it makes me think straight. Sometimes when I get a writer’s block I tend to shift around until I can feel my writing again. Usually sitting outside for some fresh air gets me back in the game.
What is next for you?
I am busy with loads of projects. I am finishing off a few children’s books, a short story collection and have more ideas in the pipeline.
What would you tell someone wanting to get into writing? If you want to write, then research your topic. If you are not feeling your writing anymore then put it down and move on to something else. Do not throw any writing away. Invest in a good editor. Don’t make writing a task, make it fun. You will get people who love your writing and others who hate it. The only opinions that matter are your own and your editor, don’t be discouraged by anyone else. Always carry a pen and notebook with you. It is such a waste when you get a great idea but have nowhere to write it down and then it is forgotten.
How can people follow your work?
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Taranaki provides a prominent feeling of pure satisfaction.
Taranaki touches every five of my senses.
This exceedingly expressive province is fuelled with so much alluring art and nature. It is that fine but perfect balance between city life, ocean, and mountain. To top it off, Taranaki has beautiful smaller towns throughout.
To hear the waves crashing against the rocks combined with the noise of busy city life is one of my favourite sounds. Let us not forget those mornings when you wake up to the sounds of birds singing their sweet melodies for you.
Make your way up Mount Taranaki and see the substantial
amount of pristine nature which one can explore. There is nothing better than steep bouldry rivers with plenty of green shrubbery and swamps hidden in and around the mountain. There are plenty of wonderful hiking trails too that you can walk that range from easy to difficult, so pick your track wisely.
If after all the hiking and exploring you are after a gastronomical experience, there are some wonderful cafes to discover. When walking around the majestic smaller towns the smell of eggs benedict or steaming hot steak and cheese pies entice you to enter. The smell of coffee lingers throughout the towns and offers some of the best caffeine experiences I have ever tasted.
Choose a sunny day and go road tripping around the Surf Highway, stopping off at some of the most
stunning beaches where the cliffs are high and the sand is black. What more can one ask for?
Patea, Ohawe and Opunake are just a few of the beaches you can see on your trip. Make sure to wear your jandals as the sand reaches scorching temperatures.
If you are on a journey to locate some neat museums, then Taranaki is for you. Make your way to places such as Tawhiti and Hillsborough Holden Museum for a great family day out.
End your journey by observing some of the most enchanting lakes in Taranaki; Mangamahoe, Rotokare and Rotorangi to name but three.
Wherever my journey make take me, no place will touch my heart like Taranaki. It really is ‘like no other’.
Ō: place of; hawe: bend in the river or path.
In this case the reference is presumably to the winding course of the Waingongoro River.
It’s another Taranaki sunrise
Stirrin’ slowly across the sky
The early morning sun
Shining its golden glow
Upon the Taranaki Cliffs
A banner of long white clouds
Heralding the border of Aotearoa
Even when our roads are rocky
Remember that the tides will turn
There’s an ocean of opportunities
To explore with an open mind
Just keep active
Just be kind
Leave your worries far behind...
Ōhawe Beach is located eight kilometres west of Hāwera, at the mouth of the Waingongoro River. Take State Highway 45 from Hāwera turning off at Ōhawe Road. There is a small permanent population of 100 people. Ōhawe is one of New Zealand’s earliest settled places, dating back to around 1300 AD.
The car parking area is situated on cliffs giving an elevated view of the beach. The vista is stunning, making it a popular spot for taking photos and watching the sunset. The lofty cliffs show their timelines with the differing strata. To look up from the shore and realize that once upon a time the seabed was that high is surreal. Caution: Beware of falling rocks from the surrounding unstable cliffs.
Ōhawe Beach offers good walking at low tide and if you time it right you
can even walk to Waihi Beach. Just make sure to allow enough time to walk back before the tide comes in again, or get someone to pick you up.
Local fishermen really enjoy Ōhawe Beach as they can venture quite a long way into the ocean and fish off the rocks. The beach quickly disappears at high tide, so fishermen need to return to the shore beforehand to avoid being trapped. The beach is frequently surfed by Ōhawe and Hāwera locals and often has good waves for learners, while occasionally getting waves that are better for experienced surfers.
This rugged beach with black sand, rockpools, fossils/pumice and plenty of driftwood is a fun place for families to explore. It really is a beachcombers’ dream.<<<
~ By Justine Joyce Olckers ~
The shudder and crash of stone came down The echoes travelled the seas “Oh dear, oh dear, I do feel bad,” he muttered whilst hiding inside
Each groan got louder Louder and louder
Each crumble got bigger Bigger and bigger
Oh, poor Peet, he had nothing to eat Years went by that he lived on stone
Every grumble made his home crumble more He hid in his home with not a sign of civilisation
The cave was dark, eerie, and wet
Two little doors to enter or retreat He was scared and alone The poor little garden gnome
By Cheval Graham
Welcome to Surf Highway 45, New Zealand’s wild boulderstrewn coast with imposing cliffs jutting out from the land and into the surf, and wild westerly winds throwing up swells from around the latitude and heaving tides against our shores.
Taranaki has never been known for its postcard beaches and swimming can sometimes be an arduous task. But behind every boulder, river mouth and cove is another stretch of adventure to go and immerse yourself in.
How wild is it? Think shipwrecks, gales, and crumbling cliffs. It’s not pretty, but the ever-changing face of the beaches and what it stirs up with the ebb and flow of the daily tides always leaves you wondering what is in store for next time.
Surfcasting adventures always begin by adequate planning. Make sure you have all the right fishing gear and plenty of spares, just in case your sinkers become rockpool fodder. Always take a coat; after many years of thinking, “Gee it’s hot, I’ll just shoot on down in my shorts and shirt,” most times I get to the beach and there is a steady gale whipping a cool sea breeze that sandblasts my body and dampens any aspirations for the trip.
Always do reconnaissance ahead of time by going for a drive and perching yourself on the cliffs at low tide to study the reefs, channels and position you need to be in when you are down at sea level.
I would now like to introduce you to Kaupokonui beach; a well-loved fishing and swimming beach that has a family history of fish hauling. My grandparents used to caretake at this beach and the stories of all the adventures still come alive when heading out around the coast.
From the mountain to the sea, SH45 skirts around the mountain into some of Taranaki’s most gnarly beaten up coasts.
They maintained the buildings, ran the shop and camping office, and every chance he could Grandad would shoot off for a fish that built up a repertoire of stories to pass on. In his youth, fishing rods had not been invented and Grandad had to make do with a handline. It is hard to imagine blokes at the reef edges throwing in a line spooled around their hands and hauling in snapper. Several years later they developed cables and pulleys to run rigs straight from the cliff tops and down into the surf. It was a successful and labour-saving method, but as soon as rods and reels were introduced Grandad was seen up and down that coast showing off this latest invention.
In his youth, my father fought an enormous stingray for hours up and down a few kilometres of beach. He finally won the battle and hauled it in!
Many family members have great stories about the adventures each bay brought and some of the fondest memories include my first taste of hooking kahawai in my youth and venturing further afield to surfcast around the coast.
Today I’m heading out to catch some bait; a family tradition and besides, buying bait is overrated right? I will be targeting snapper and spotty shark later, so when it is low tide our family head down to Ohawe beach to rustle up some crabs for our bait bag. As we walk to a good rocky reef, we hear the clitter clatter of wary crustaceans on alert as they dart down from their meerkat-like perches. The hunters start chasing them down, spearing between rocks and pulling out the big mamas with nasty-looking chompers. Kids love this activity and helping to spot and chase the
crabs. It is even funnier when the crabs and other creatures that you uncover from the rockpools start chasing them. With our bait bag loaded with crabs, we head off to collect seaweed for the garden on the way back.
Tip: Fresh crab makes the best bait but make sure to dice into nice portions for the hook should they need freezing.
Planning our fishing day is all about the weather; early mornings or late evenings are best since the daytime sea breezes can chop up the waters along the coast very fast. A slight northerly and low swell is spotted so I arrive at mid-incoming tide.
Gurnard catch.
Along with a surf cast rod, I will always bring a spinning rod for the mouths where kahawai regularly run. It also gives you an extra something to do if you surf cast the river mouths as well. After looking over the cliff tops, I spot a deep sandy channel to cast in between rocky outcrops. However, by the time I get there the sea starts getting rough literally as I am about to cast, and I watch as my line starts dragging with the increasing swell. I head back to the mouth to spin but nothing is hooked by me or anyone else.
A few days pass and a mate and I catch up for an evening fish before sundown, heading back to a similar spot. The sea is sitting much calmer and as the sun starts to set the activity picks up, with a few bites and rapid attacks on the line. However, just like the visit before, nothing is hanging around to be hooked for dinner. Paddle crabs can make quick work on your bait depending on how you have rigged it, so I advise people to pull the line in regularly.
Days spent along the coast can be fun rummaging around the rocks for
fishermen’s high tide snags, as misfortunes replenish sinkers, hooks and lures very fast. It is also fascinating to discover treasures such as pocketknives, forgotten rods and jackets, washed up creatures from the deep, as well as the odd whale. Another fossicking pastime is searching the new slips for intricate fossils preserved under the layers of papa and ash along the wild West Coast. Even the layers of soil are interesting to dissect as ancient tree roots and ashy sediment has piled up over time, only to be ripped back into the sea.
A new approach to combat the crabs pinching my bait is to change to squid and run a longer rig, to get that bait higher in the water.
Along the South Taranaki coast, you will find all types of old infrastructure. For example, you can still climb into an old concrete turret which was constructed during World War II to fend off any Japanese invasion. These abandoned derelicts stay well preserved tucked in the sand and tussock. The odd ships even found themselves beached and dismantled by the force of the weather and signs of the old wrecks can still be discovered today
from land or by diving in the sea. Many stories can be found in the history books or by talking to locals whose families have lived around the coast for generations.
With squid now on the menu, we head out just after low tide to get a good look at the obstacles so we can plan around them. Kayakers utilise the great fishing that is just out of reach and always manage a great haul of snapper, when the swells allow for it. Boaties also launch in a few utilised spots but it can be quite ‘hit and miss’ with the weather when trying to plan these trips.
Our lines now have more length to reach the firmer squid perched up above the crabs. With gentle waves crashing on the disappearing sandbars and reefs, we set up camp and wait for the action to begin. Early morning dawns a cooler and slightly overcast day, and I am fortunate that the cards are finally lining up as too much light can keep the fish out deep.
Fresh water is on tap with the spring that is running down the cliff face behind us making for an enjoyable morning, especially if your drink bottle has been left behind in the car!
Fossils galore; great to hunt for with kids.
Low light and setting sun is the perfect combo.
First lines are hauled in after some sudden tugs and the bait is holding up well. Now it is just a waiting game and 30 minutes later the first screaming reel of the day takes, and a tug of war begins. With the large mussel rocks scattered below the surf, I guide my catch in true and straight otherwise I will risk line damage. A nice weighted snapper meal is secured, and I can add one to my day’s tally.
The re-rigged line is fired out again into the encroaching tide and the pressure is off to score for today, as we wait for another take. The bites die off but with one last attempt, something once again comes back for a nibble. The reel takes off and brings back a memory of once having my line out at sea when I didn’t untension the reel spool. When a feisty kahawai took hold a clatter of noise alerted me to a rod holder without a
rod, as the fish cruised along the sand and out into the surf. I was lucky to catch the kahawai and save my fishing rod that day!
We ended the morning with hauling in a gurnard, our mission of getting something for the dinnerplate finally achieved. The bites faded and the swell picked up as the coastal wind gained strength, so after a quick flick at the nearby river mouth for a kahawai, we headed home.
A few days later, we took the family for a swim at a local beach and a pod of orcas were spotted darting about the waves. Their impressive fins circled around the rocky reef edges as they slowly made their way westward around the coast. Other creatures that visit the coast are seals and the odd salmon
has even been caught shooting up the ring plain rivers from the ocean.
The West Coast sea is always truly alive with fish and sea creatures and history continues to be created as erosion keeps changing the cliff faces and the tides wash treasures onto the beaches.
Surf Highway 45 is a canvas of ever-changing portraits crafted by our ocean.<<< Pod of orcas off the South Taranaki coast.
A good heave helps the line fire away.
THE DRIVE UP THE MOUNTAIN TO WILKIES POOLS TWISTS AND TURNS AS YOU MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE TOP.
~ By Justine Joyce Olckers ~
When you arrive, you can see cars parked everywhere and around the carpark are professional trampers getting geared up to embark on their journey.
Nestled under the mountain in the corner of the busy carpark is a beautiful coffee shop and an information centre. The perfect place to stop for a beverage before embarking on your hike. Remember to have a glimpse from the lookout point before heading out. There are a few stairs you will need to climb but the view at the top is worth every single step you take. You will be able to see Mount Taranaki and even further on a sunny clear day.
The reward for completing this walk up and down to Wilkies Pools is incredible. The hard incline going up to the Pools is rather strenuous on the legs but if my four-year-old son can do this whole walk without needing to be carried, then I am sure anyone can do it.
The walk is nestled within an abundance of shrubbery and thick high trees which makes it a ‘cool breezy walk’. Laid out on the whole hike gripping your feet to the track is a TrakMat™ that makes this trip easy on the feet and wheelchair friendly.
Wilkies Pools tracks wind through goblin forest crossing over the Kapuni Stream.
No need to worry about getting lost as there are plenty of signs showing you which path to take. So, go and enjoy a swim in some of nature’s most pristine pools. Pack togs, picnic bag and remember to slap on some sunscreen.
The natural plunge pools were formed by the scouring action of sand and gravel against lava 20,000 years old. The water running through is crystal clear. <<<
Susie Harrop used to milk cows in the Rahotu cowshed where she now paints large works in oil and acrylic, capturing rural life and people, and scenes from Maori legends. Although she has always loved to draw and paint, her life of raising her family, running the farm with her late husband Jim, teaching swimming and breeding horses meant time for art was crammed among other responsibilities.
A self-taught artist who has only recently had time to focus on her painting and had her first proper exhibition at the age of 70.
Where were you born and where did you grow up? I was born in Wellington and grew up in Opunake.
What first got you into art? I have always drawn for as long as I can remember. Otto Hubscher took me to my first art gallery, to see Goldie’s works. I was blown away. Until then, I had thought that art was boring.
Who was your art teacher and what is the most important thing you learnt from them? Miss Cheeseman. She taught me how to clean the blackboards after spending the lesson out in the corridor. I failed miserably at art, and for many years was under the assumption that artists were flaky people who thought painting three bottles repetitively was interesting.
Who inspired you to become an artist? Otto opened my mind to art. Years later Harry and Ann Wiggins believed in my ability more than I did and took my work to the Lewis-Paape Gallery. They sold my work and were supportive. Michelle Rowlands, without whom I wouldn’t have had the courage to exhibit. We have exhibited together and I truly value her opinion .
What inspires you and what do you enjoy painting the most?
I never get tired of looking at the way light and shade affect the things around me. I look at the mountain many times during the day, when it is visible. I love to watch how light lies on old faces and people’s hands and muscles whilst they work. The way light filters through trees and reflects on water, or makes hills stand out. How an old shed can glow at sunset. I try to put a part of that snapshot in my mind onto canvas.
How would you describe the art that you typically create? Realism.
What piece of art are you most proud of and why?
Blue Cliffs Station. It was my first landscape, and I am still surprised by the outcome.
What is your most important artist tool? The snapshot in my mind.
Is there something you couldn’t live without in your studio? Music and the jug.
What other pastimes do you have besides art?
Reading, gardening, cooking, swimming, shooting.
What is the best advice you’ve been given?
Go home and paint, paint, and paint some more.
What’s next for you?
Exhibition at Mokau in May. A casket.
What would you tell someone wanting to get into art?
I am still not sure myself and are selftaught. Just paint, paint, and paint some more. It works for me. I have learnt something from each painting I have done.
How can people follow your work? www.susieharrop.co.nz.
This family friendly cafe in Egmont Village offers the most amazing food, coffee, and firstclass customer service.
Through a labour of love the owners have brought this 1880’s building back to life and restored the beauty that generations of families in Taranaki remember fondly. Recently a ninetieth birthday celebration was held for a lady who remembered being born in this charming building when it was still situated at 7-9 Hine Street, New Plymouth. Relocated in 1977, it was a craft shop before it was transformed into what it is today. If you have visited Simply Divine you would have noticed the vintage Singer sewing machine bases used for the café
tables. This is just one of the many charms that make this café unique. Nerissa and her family watched this building change hands several times and then sit empty but saw the amazing potential to transform this charming building into a welcoming café. Nerissa’s years in the hospitality industry combined with partner Jonny being a talented chef provided them with the perfect opportunity to develop their own business.
Enjoy the fresh air in the relaxing courtyard during the summer months.
This café is simply divine.
Then when the crisp days of winter arrive sit next to one of the two fireplaces to keep warm.
Take a moment to enjoy the beautiful art by Helen McLorinan that adorns the walls. For families there are games and toys to keep the kids entertained.
Check out the Facebook page @simplydivinecafe - I hear they make the most scrumptious cheesecakes.
Situated in the heart of the Taranaki region, Stratford is a quirky town rich in history and did you know it holds a secret. As you travel down the town’s main street of Broadway make sure to look up and you will see the pride of the town: the Stratford Glockenspiel!
Completed in 1999 to commemorate 100 years since the formation of the original Stratford Borough in 1898
With no less terror than the elements - Of fire and water, when their thundering shock - At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
- William Shakespeare, Richard II
This revered unique clock tower is one of many Shakespeare-themed features in the town named after the birthplace of William Shakespeare. Shakespeare’s most famous starcrossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet, emerge for the balcony scene, reaffirming their vows of love, four times a day.
The dialogue has recently been updated, incorporating the voices of Stratford locals. There has also been a Te Reo dialogue recorded, which can be played at any time.
The glockenspiel performs for approximately 5 minutes, after the hour chimes at 10am, 1pm, 3pm and 7pm.
The Stratford Glockenspiel is the first of its kind in New Zealand. Local engineers designed the Glockespiel after rejecting overseas designs as not being feasible to Taranaki conditions. The Stratford District Council thanks Geoff and Robyn
Grierson of Stratford Engineering and Lyal Barrett for their excellent detailed work. Well known for his amazing Tawhiti Museum, Nigel Ogle of Hawera was commissioned to design and manufacture the figures. There are six in total, three of Romeo and three of Juliet. Nigel’s ability to make lifelike figures has gained an international reputation.
Glockenspiel literally means ‘Playing Clock’. Glock are found around the world and are quite common, particularly in Europe. Most Glockenspiels depict events in history or mythology but usually display smaller figurines than the Stratford version, and rarely have spoken dialogue. The Stratford Glockenspiel is based on the Romeo and Juliet story and entertains viewers with period music and narrative enactment from the famous love story. The choice of theme is related to the links the town has with Stratford-Upon-Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare.
This link is reflected in the town’s street names which are all drawn from the works of Shakespeare.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
The original clock tower adorned the old Stratford Post Office located approximately 100 metres south on the main street. Considered an earthquake risk, the tower was demolished in the early 60’s and a new tower was constructed. Fortunately, the old clock mechanism and the original 1924 clock faces were stored and the current clock tower (constructed in 1998) incorporated the original faces. The old mechanism is stored inside the clock tower. The original bells are housed in the Centennial Bell Tower,
which is located in Miranda Street beside the District Council offices.
The top level is accessible but there is little space, with the old Clock Tower and staircase taking up most of the room.
The Glockenspiel frame surrounds itself around the old Clock Tower, as a support base.
From the top window there is a great view of the mountain and also either side of Broadway.
Note: Thank you to Melanie McBain from the Stratford District Council for providing this information.
This could easily have been the Leaning Tower of Taranaki. Fortunately, when an earthquake tilted it just before completion some clever emergency engineering successfully straightened it again and the tower has stood staunchly vertical ever since.
A noteworthy landmark in Hāwera, it stands at 54 metres high and dwarfs the mostly singlestoreyed buildings surrounding it. If you are prepared to climb the 215 spiral steps to the balcony at the top you will be rewarded with fantastic panoramic views of the town.
Information plaques inside explain how several destructive fires in the town, the last one blazing in 1912, led insurance companies to insist that the fire department was provided with a source of highpressure water. Accordingly, in 1914 this sturdy concrete tower entered service, with the tank on top holding approximately 700,000 litres.
The provision of a town mains water supply has since made the tower redundant. However, despite the hiccups, including chunks of concrete falling off in 2015, the tower remains an icon for Hāwera and is now fully restored. Visitors to the town love to stop and take photos and it is also the perfect site for cell phone antennae.
For only $2.50 you can enjoy a spectacular 360-degree view of the coast, the town and the surrounding dairy country. You also get an amazing view of Mt Taranaki, which dominates the landscape.
The steps near the top get narrow, which may make some claustrophobes anxious – but most people should manage the climb without any trouble. Children love to launch paper planes from the top, so make sure to prepare beforehand. Also watch out for nesting pigeons.
You need to borrow the door key from the I-Site Visitor Centre next door, paying just $2.50.
The visitor centre and tower are usually open every day except Christmas. A crisp clear day will offer the best view of the mountain. To admire the tower itself, wait until dark when the top is lit up with red neon lights that were installed in 1932, when Hāwera celebrated the borough’s 50th jubilee.
The Fleming House is an old and abandoned home with a long history and one of the most photographed houses in South Taranaki.
Many locals have fond memories of spending holidays at this farm or passing it on their way to get some of the best paua in the district.
This house was built for the Jeffrey family when they moved to the district from Nelson in 1882. They were one of Rahotu’s early settlers. Along with William Wright, the Jeffrey family came to access the potential of the Rahotu area for farming and flax.
There has been suggestion that this house is a copy of the Rutherford house in Nelson, or could it just be a local myth?
This is fuelled by the house design being typical of the period in which it was built. But many differences between the two houses exist, like the positioning of the windows.
Fleming House features three dormer windows for the three upstairs rooms, with a plain verandah full length to the ground floor, giving the building a very distinctive early Colonial form. It is clad in rusticated boards on the front elevation with plain lapped boards elsewhere. A brick chimney reaches up the full height of the gabled roof at the south end.
The house is now in a poor state of repair.
OF SIGNIFICANCE
Sources - I P Stevenson, Opunake Heritage Working Party
Only 10 minutes from Hāwera lies the settlement of Manaia. With a population of approximately 1000 people, it is the little town with the big attitude. It is named after the former Māori chief of the district, Hukunui Manaia.
The Welcome to Manaia sign is a great spot to stop for a selfie when passing through!
Visitors will enjoy the friendly charm of the village centre with its library, dairies, hotel and food store providing the daily necessities. There is a laid back, peaceful vibe and a short drive will take you to the ocean, mountain, or the town of Hawera in just a short time.
Manaia is home to Yarrows Family Bakers, suppliers of bread products to restaurants, hotels and retailers all over the world. If Philip Yarrow’s great grandfather Alfred knew the small walk-in bakery he started in 1923 was now supplying products all over the world he would be amazed.
MANAIA would have to win the award for the bestsmelling town in New Zealand!
It all started when Alfred Yarrow decided to open a hot bread shop to feed the tourists who were expected to visit via the soon-to-be-built railway but plans soon changed and the railway was relocated. Fortunately, the hot bread shop had already won over locals and Yarrows the Bakers was born. Alfred would be proud to know it has stayed in Manaia all these years and kept true to its roots. You may be surprised to find out that the bread used for your yummy chicken fillet on Italian herb and cheese from Subway comes from Yarrows. So do those delicious pastries, cookies, artisan bread, Christmas tarts and doughnuts from Countdown. Something Manaia locals are proud of.
It is worth stopping to pick up some incredibly cheap bread, half-baked cookies, croissants, and muffins. The perfect place to stock up on treats for the road.
While you are in Manaia, make sure to walk across the road and pay your respect to George. In 2007, a 9-yearold Jack Russell terrier called George died while protecting five children from an attack by two pit bulls. He was given a PDSA Gold Medal, the animal equivalent of the George Cross, at a special ceremony in Manaia in February 2009. The town has erected a statue in his honour.
By Cheval Graham
Nothing will ever beat my first outdoor pursuit growing up, which was with a rod and reel.
Boulder hopping estuary sidings, flicking my spinner in every which direction, and peering into the glossy rivers hoping to snag a kahawai riding the tide, or a sea-bound trout frolicking about the river mouth, was how I spent my spare time.
As with hunting, fly fishing takes practice, ...
Summers and winters were filled to the brim with fishing and swimming. Once I got the hang of spin fishing and reading the water, I watched my tally grow as I hiked further up rivers to fish.
One day my grandfather pulled out his #9 Wynrod fly rod, to show me what real fishing was all about, and the rest was history.
Getting into fly fishing can be a daunting array of wacky-named flies, casting failures, and many a long day with nothing to show for it (not to mention being a few flies short). But just like deer stalking, fear not, and never let the unfamiliarity of the sport hold you back.
In New Zealand, we are fortunate to have the chance of utilising the most rewarding and visually stunning forms of fishing - most of which passes right under the game-hunter’s nose.
Fly fishing is very similar to deerstalking, only harder. Not only do you have to find and stalk the fish, you then must trick it into eating a hook disguised as prey; ie fly/insect/fish/ larvae. If you get that far and the fish does take, it may spit it out before you set the hook, or just throw it off as you fight it. So, after all that, what’s the point?
It sounds tedious and unproductive at the best of times.
However, as every hunter knows, you don’t go out and snag a deer on your first attempt either (unless you are a lucky bugger). It is all about practice, patience and persistence...and those three things are what turned hours of undoing leader knots, wet legs and bush bashing bramble into a pastime that provides many rewarding adventures for myself and many other anglers.
For those wanting to learn, it is beneficial to find someone who can teach you, join an angling club, or even go to YouTube for some lessons.
... patience and persistence.
The gear you will need to get started is a fly rod, fly line, a reel, some nylon for the leader, a net and flies. As you get more interested and dedicated to the sport, you can invest in other gear; fancy waders, a surgeon’s pouch full of tools, and state-of-the-art reels, rods and gadgets.
When it comes to flies, there are thousands of variants. However, to keep it basic you have dry flies (floating flies/ terrestrials that land on top of the river), nymphs (below water fly larvae that get swept down the current) and wet flies (below water but imitating fish, not flies). I will recommend three for each category as nine flies is more than enough to start with and are my tried and true for mid-North Island rivers and streams.
Wet flies
- Woolly Bugger, Mrs Simpson, Rabbit. Nymphs
- Hare & Copper, Pheasant Tail, Halfback. Dries - Blue Dunn, Dad’s Favourite, Cicada (an awesome summer fly when they’re making noise!)
Visit the library and read books on when to fish, how to fish and what to fish. Online information is also easily accessible, and we have a location directory to help kick-start our midwinter adventure with New Zealand Trout App. This app has been created in Taranaki by Jeff Gorringe, who has a real passion for fishing our country’s waters.
‘’As a fly-fishing angler in New Zealand, trying to travel and fish new areas independently with a busy timetable, I found myself either not having current information or leaving detailed maps behind on the desk at home. Just to know where public access points were or finding nearby accommodation was tricky, without blowing valuable fishing time asking around. It’s easier just to fish the same local waters that we already know, right?
To find the information of these waters today, it has all but been buried by time.
Instead of having a 30-year-old map and the yellow pages in their back pocket, most modern anglers now carry a smartphone.
New Zealand Trout App provides access for anglers to known fishing points, with new fishing hints and local knowledge every month supplied by pro-fishing guides. This information is valuable for a new or visiting angler.
Nearly everything is interactive, from selecting your region and river to finding multiple detailed fishing access points (which link to Google Maps), local businesses: e.g. tackle shops, accommodation, dining, alternative activities; as well as the current month’s tips and techniques from the local pro-fishing guide.’’
NZ Trout App makes locating fishing access points and river information easy!
My favourite flies to attack most North Island waterways.
Hours of fun can be had fly angling, with most fishable rivers and streams only a short drive away for most of us!
Handmade in Wanaka NZ, Epic Fly Rods are a quality tool in every angler’s arsenal.
Armed with my new #6 Epic 690C fly rod, from Swift Fly Fishing New Zealand, we are ready to get the adventure underway. We will be hitting my local spots south of Mount Taranaki for a day of small river stalking, to see what we can snag using NZ Trout App as our guide.
I’ve had plenty of fun hauling in some of the best rainbows in Taranaki!
The Waingongoro river has great access, holds good numbers, and is a reliable river for teaching kids to fish. Experienced anglers will enjoy trekking up further into clear pools under the mountain for the larger and wiser trout that reside in the headwaters.
Our afternoon begins with a dirty flow coming straight off the mountain after a rough night. Dirty water presents another opportunity to wet fly a larger lure or nymph; something flashy to attract a visually impaired trout after a good flush.
Around the coast further, the Kaupokonui river is a family favourite and recommended to all those who love sea fishing. You also have the option of wandering up-stream and trying the tidal pools for some great sea-run trout.
The upper reaches near Kaponga see some very clear, fast-running water over boulders into deep crisp pools. I’ve had plenty of fun hauling in some of the best rainbows in Taranaki!
Kid-friendly access can be enjoyed here as well. I remember one trip when a school of juvenile rainbows were loitering in the river at arms-length. Tempted to see if I could hook one, I dropped my line above them and they were like a mob of piranhas, darting amongst themselves to score their lunch.
After assessment we decide to nymph the pools, as day showers have cleared to much improved overcast conditions. We can’t see anything move but after some time, the Epic rod comes to life in response to our nymph being taken. Our brown trout tally starts climbing as the afternoon wears on. This river is tried and true for putting fish on the table, with access getting a big thumbs up from us!
One afternoon, after spotting a mature rainbow cruising in his pool, it took a few fly changes to finally snag him on a wee nymph. I underestimated his size or power because it took a good 20 minutes of heaving between us, darting up to the top of the pool and back down, nervously steering him away from the boulder-strewn gauntlet to finally bring him in. After thoroughly enjoying this powerful lad, I put him back to give someone else the joy of coming across him one day (secretly hoping it’s me again!).
Watching them go for it time after time was great fun for myself and the kids. I even got my young son, Tristan, to man the rod and haul in his first wee rainbow! Fun times are always had at the rivers with children; if there is no fish or swimming to be done, then it’s eeling and rock throwing.
The Waiaua river sits right next to Opunake and has great walkway access, mixed with good pools up and downstream of the SH45 bridge. This is a piece of water that does not see much pressure and after two years of fishing here, I have only spotted one other angler.
One evening, I headed to the bridge and would work my way upriver. Flicking a wet fly (Mrs Simpson) at the tail end of a shallow rapid heading into a deep pool, I was intending on waiting for signs of any movement in the pool as the line glided down the rapids. My weighty line immediately went taut and I assumed it had snagged on a rock in the fast water. A tug of war ensued between myself and a stubborn brown, who came to life from the rapids and at times came in like dead weight. This trout was a good six-pound haul for something I never would have expected to see hanging out in these waters.
The access to waterways in Taranaki is the best in the country and holds some of the most underrated rivers and trout available. This area is a great starting point for both beginners and the more experienced, so I urge you to head up under the mountain and explore these hidden gems!<<<
“The access to waterways in Taranaki is the best in the country and holds some of the most underrated rivers and trout available.”
By Darren Bolger
Humans, as a collective species around the world, have an incredibly chequered past when it comes to co-existing with other earthly inhabitants. With the benefit of hindsight, we can look back at some of our decision-making processes and collectively shake our heads in disbelief.
Back in the day (as early as the 1830’s), after the early settlers arrived in New Zealand, rabbits were introduced for food and sport. These settlers were either terrible shots, average hunters, or not that hungry because before long the population of rabbits exploded. In some areas they had reached plague proportions. The rabbits ate the grass and crops planted for sheep. The sheep would go hungry and produce very little wool or meat. In drier areas the plant cover was devoured by these cute and cuddly rabbit critters, exposing the soil to wind and rain. The result was land erosion and destruction beyond repair. With hungry sheep and eroded farms, many farmers in the Otago region walked off their stations solely as the result of these invading rabbits.
Shock and horror, the decision to release the rabbits proved to be a bad one.
Some joker (let’s call him Stan) had an idea.
“Bro, let’s introduce some stoats, weasels and ferrets to control the rabbits.”
There were some scientists and bird lovers that kicked up a stink about the pending release, but what would they know? Stan was a man with a plan. The warnings from the stink kickers were ignored and the release went ahead.
I could just imagine the stoats, weasels and ferrets’ cries of joy when released into this bird lovers’ Utopia. You see, stoats, weasels and ferrets are bird-lovers too. With no natural mammalian predators, the native bird life made an easy and delicious meal for these foreign invaders. Before long the stink kickers noticed a sizable decline in bird numbers.
“We told you so!” chirped the stink kickers, but alas it was too late. The number of birds continued to spiral downward, and some species became extinct.
Shock and horror (again), the decision to release the stoats, ferrets and weasels to control the rabbits proved to have been a bad one.
Fast forward to today and coupled with habitat destruction and other crazy ‘Stan decisions’, New Zealand has lost many species of birds. We also have species of birds and reptiles that are on the absolute verge of extinction. Eventually someone, somewhere, (not you Stan – you blew it) was going to make a good decision and I think I have found them. They are the trustees, committee, volunteers and staff at the Rotokare Scenic Reserve.
The Rotokare Scenic Reserve is situated just a stone’s throw away (12kms) from the Eltham township in central Taranaki. There is a 17.8ha natural lake at the bottom of a 230ha forested hill country catchment but more importantly … the reserve is totally enclosed in a pest-proof fence encompassing the entire perimeter (over 8kms).
The following is an excerpt from the Trust’s website describing the history, need and design of the fence and how it works.
Following the recommendation of a feasibility study (Oecologico, 2005), the Trust began the challenging task of fundraising for a $1.9M pest-proof fence to circle the 8.2km reserve perimeter. Thanks to the overwhelming public and sponsor support received, Xcluder Fence Company began construction work on this customised fence in November 2006, taking just over two years to complete it.
Unlike your standard stock or garden fence, this fence has special features that make it a barrier to unwanted predators:
• Its height, close to 2m tall, stops jumping animals such as cats from getting over the top;
• A fine stainless steel mesh (25mm x 6mm) is small enough to stop even baby mice from getting through;
• A smooth, rolled hood prevent climbing animals like possums from getting a grip to climb over;
• A skirt that goes underground acts as a barrier to digging animals like rabbits and hares.
Rotokare’s fence follows a ridgeline, making it less likely to be damaged by falling trees. This path also ensures that the entire headwater catchment is enclosed within the fence, preventing any contaminants entering the reserve from surrounding land.
The fence also has a surveillance system. An electric tripwire runs around the top of the fence; if a tree falls on the fence, the wire shorts itself on the metal pigtails through which it passes, and a text message informs the Site Manager of an obstruction. This system allows fast and efficient repairs to be made before any sneaky pests can get in!
The pest-proof fence is a fine piece of engineering. I often walk the ‘Ridge Walk’ when training for something like a Fiordland hunt, or when my jeans start getting too tight or I get puffed trying to tie my shoelaces. It is a tough walk, all 1220 steps of it, so to the people that built the fence…
I salute you! The Ridge Walk enables you to see the amazing pest-proof fence up close and personal, while also allowing you to take advantage of the wonderful vistas on offer from the ridgeline.
Intensive trapping has cleared the zone of any possums, stoats, ferrets, weasels, possums, rabbits, hares, rats and mice. The fence continues to keep them out and regular monitoring ensures nothing has been missed or has snuck in with an unsuspecting visitor.
As you enter the Reserve you are required to drive through a double gate system. The system doesn’t allow you through the second gate until the first one closes behind you. Within this double gate system are traps (lots of them!) just in case a wily weasel sneaks its way in. From this point forward the type of adventure you have is entirely up to you and your fitness level.
The flagship activity of the reserve would have to be the Ridge Walk (in my opinion) but there is so much more to do. Power boating is seasonal but nonpowered (kayaks and paddleboards etc.) can be done all year round.
The flagship activity of the reserve would have to be the Ridge Walk.
There is freedom camping, picnic tables, toilets, a visitor centre and limited wheelchair access for part of the lake walkway. And the bird life is next level.
In the swampland area you will find a pontoon that extends out into the lake. I have found this an excellent place to take the kids during our night missions to listen to the many kiwi within the reserve. If you walk quietly around the lake edge walkway, kiwi can be observed foraging for food.
Guided night tours can be booked by emailing educator@rotokare.org.nz. Check out details on the website.
Kiwi can be observed foraging for food in the
I am always amazed at the tui’s singing ability and often stand beneath these magnificent birds as they belt out a tune. I once counted at least 15 tui in a single tree. However, the saddleback would be my personal favourite of the bush dwelling birds. They are territorial little buggers and can give you a real earful as you walk by. Oh, and beware of low flying wood pigeons, the B-52’s of the bush! One recent development at the reserve is the introduction of the hihi (stitchbird) in 2017. This honeyeater-like bird hasn’t been seen in the Taranaki bush for around 130 years! The hihi is one of New Zealand’s
rarest and most vulnerable forest birds, with a global population of around 3,000, and are found in only six other locations around the North Island. The only natural population left is on Little Barrier Island. The hihi are doing well at Rotokare, much to the delight of staff and volunteers.
What are you waiting for? Make your way to the Rotokare Scenic Reserve and wander through a slice of predator-free native NZ bush. Remember to drop a gold coin in the donation box. As for me, my middle age spread and I have a date with the Ridge Walk. If only I could reach my boot laces. Wish me luck!
By Darren Bolger
I had experienced a run in with border control before. It was on a return trip from Australia some years ago (after watching the V8’s rumble around Bathurst) where I was ‘greeted’ by a young lady in uniform. The chance meeting didn’t go as expected, as the woman was all business today and didn’t have time for shenanigans. I like a woman that takes control, and she didn’t beat around the bush on this occasion.
“Have you taken any drugs while in Australia?” She asked in a stern yet sexy voice while staring over her black rimmed glasses.
“Umm… no I haven’t… not today,” I nervously replied with my trademark straight face. A cheeky smile may have helped me out here.
I tend to act the fool and use my humour as a self-preservation mechanism. However, I quickly realised that I had given an incorrect answer on this occasion. The flippant remark kickstarted a chain of events. My library card was quickly swabbed and underwear put on public display. All my personal belongings were systemically removed from my bag and searched for class A, B and C drugs. The class was out and I had been outclassed, but there were no drugs, not today (see, I simply can’t help myself with these stupid little comments). I became very anxious when the lady officer, who was now accompanied by a very large male officer of Polynesian descent, discussed the need for an “internal”. Fortunately, it was not required but I was left red-faced and my friends were left waiting for this idiot outside the secure area, as the procedure took over an hour to complete.
Fast forward to the present day and I found myself with the family packed in the car and off to Whangamomona day. As we snaked our way along “The Forgotten Highway (State Highway 43) I began to get nervous chills down my neck as I recalled the Border Control fiasco of the past. I was apprehensive at the thought of confronting the Whangamomona Border Control Officers. My wife was busy discussing scenic points of interest, but all I could think about was any contraband the kids may have unwittingly smuggled into the car.
Before long we were in a queue of cars lined up just outside the village. I saw a lady approaching the car with a handful of passports and for some reason I found myself evaluating the size of her fist and forearm. She was in uniform, but it consisted of a corset, Doc Martin styled boots and Steam-Punk like accessories. A feeling of déjà vu came over me as she tapped on the window. I pushed the button, but the window took an awkwardly long time to roll down and I was fearful the wait could antagonise her.
“Hi, welcome to Whanga!” she declared with a jovial and upbeat voice.
This cheerful attitude and theme resonated throughout the day and is what you come to expect when visiting Whangamomona, especially on the most anticipated day on the village’s calendar. For today was Whangamomona Republic Day and the 30th anniversary to boot. The Republic day celebrates the village’s independence from the rest of New Zealand. That’s right folks, this town is totally separate from the rest of good ole NZ; border control, passports, the whole nine yards. At $5 a pop you are required to buy a passport before entering the Republic. The profits are distributed into the community in the form of donations to the local school (Marco Primary) and other various local groups. It’s all for a good cause.
Legend has it that the Republic was declared back in 1989, after local councils decided to reshape the country and change the boundaries.
The idea reeked of job justification, as is often the case when it comes to local body politics. Instead of remaining within the Taranaki boundary, Whangamomona was thrown in with Wanganui-Manawatu. No disrespect to Wanganui-Manawatu, but the inhabitants of the local watering hole were having none of this rubbish. Over a couple of cold ones they declared their independence and the Republic of Whangamomona was born.
Shortly after rolling into the township, I parked the car and the kids rushed out disappearing in different directions keen to catch up with their mates at prearranged locations. As we got closer to the heart of the village, I heard the familiar voice of Mark “Cop” Coplestone blaring over the PA system. Cop, and his wife Gayleen (Bloss), are long-time residents and true outback characters of the settlement.
This cheerful attitude and theme resonated throughout the day.
Mark is the unofficial Town Cryer for events such as today and Bloss is found running around collecting donations. When donations reach a predetermined target Bloss is going to shave her head with proceeds going to cancer research, as a show of support for a dear friend of the community who is battling the disease. I believe they used a set of shearers to get the job done in true Whanga’ fashion.
I strolled past a row of motorbikes parked outside the pub, the ride from Stratford to Whangamomona being a popular one with motorcyclists taking advantage of the sweeping corners and spectacular scenery. The owners of classic cars also use the day for the same reasons. Both the motorcycles and classic cars add more nostalgia to the event.
Each time I visit Whangamomona day it just gets better and better. A lot of effort goes into a day like this and it truly is a Kiwi big day out, with mullets, Red Bands and black singlets being the style of the day. There are events for the whole family including; possum skinning demonstrations, whip cracking lessons, food stalls, mini-putt, chainsaw sculptures, auctions, shearing demonstrations, pie eating contests. My personal favourite is watching the working dogs hustle the sheep into pens…right in the middle of the town with the spectators forming a barricade around the sheep by holding up a screen. The heading dog masterfully works the sheep while not breaking their steel-like stare. It still amazes me how the dog manipulates the sheep with such subtle movements. Then there is the Huntaway dog, that
pretty much stands there and barks until the sheep do as they are told. This style is similar to the technique my wife adopts when trying to round up our kids, except in a deeper and more authoritative voice.
As I walked past the stalls, I caught up with an old hunting friend and after introducing her to the crew I saw what I thought was a human version of a chicken carcass run past me. Initially I thought it was some new event the committee had come up with, before working out it was my son Jaxon with no shirt on. I wondered if being in the ‘wopwops’ had triggered some primal urge to undress and be at one with nature. I caught his arm and asked what was going on. Sure enough, he and his topless cousin, Charlie Wisnewski, and topless friend Darren Pease had
entered the tug-of-war competition. They had decided to name themselves the “Skinny White Boys” and were about to take on an all-girls team, comprising of his sister Jordan. My curiosity had been piqued so I went to check it out.
To prevent sparking a civil war within my household, I am not going to announce the winner of this sibling rivalry but for the record Jaxon said the girls cheated.
The sun beat down and laugher and chatting could be heard from every direction. However, in the interest of writing a balanced article I must warn the reader that it isn’t all tie-dyed shirts and cowboy boots in Whangamomona. There are dark tales of conspiracy on every Republic day as an election is held and a President is sworn in. For some this is even the highlight of the day.
A history of Presidents, past and present, have their own Wikipedia page and below is an excerpt from the website.
Ian Kjestrup (1989–1999)
After being put on the ballot without his knowledge, he became the first elected President. Served 10 years.
Billy Gumboot the Goat (1999–2001)
First elected animal. He won the election by a landslide. Although some residents speculate he ate the other challengers’ ballots in order to win. He died in office after serving for 18 months.
Tai the Poodle (2003–2004)
Tai retired after he was attacked by a Mastiff, but some speculate it was an assassination attempt. Though he survived the attack he was left unfit for service and died in 2010.
Murt “Murtle the Turtle” Kennard (2005–2015)
The local garage owner fought off strong competition from former president Kjestrup and a cross-dresser called “Miriam” to become the 4th President. He was re-elected in 2009 by one vote. He was re-elected again in 2011 by a landslide. He died at New Plymouth Hospice on 25 October 2015.
Vicki Pratt (2015–2017)
First female president appointed for Whangamomona republic. The local publican was “somehow picked while working in the kitchen”.
John Herlihy (2017–present)
Herlihy was elected ahead of Jack Spearow, Lili Jiao (who wanted to be a cat) and Ted (who was already a cat), despite reported attempts by Mr Spearow to steal ballots. On Republic Day 2019 President Herlihy was returned for a second term, having fought off challenges from Maketoni the teddy bear, Sherman the cockatoo, Eunice the sheep, Griff Robb (who proposed that the land-locked nation should enter into maritime tourism) and a Mrs Brown look-alike at the polls. Controversy surrounded the election due to the disappearance of candidate Eunice the sheep, with commentators noting that mutton sandwiches were for sale at the Republic barbecue.
You just have to love and admire the history and controversy that surrounds the election process. The Whangamomona Facebook page assures the public that Eunice the sheep was returned unharmed after a ransom was paid.
Somewhere between the gut-buster running race (a race for humans, including the chicken carcass himself) and the sprint race (run up the main street that only sheep can enter), I made my way over to the mini-putt course. I don’t know much about golf to say the least, but I do know there is usually a standard of dress and some etiquette involved.
Not at this course; I watched as a young Sam Pease merrily putted away barefooted and covered in mud! It was getting late in the day and my watch said it was time to head to the hotel. The Whangamomona Hotel is a grand old building and is the central feature and hub of the town. It was rebuilt in 1912 after the original one burnt down and is a “must visit” location for many tourists. Australia has the Ettamogah pub (built in 1987), butKiwis have a real “Wild West Saloon” in the way of the Whangamomona Hotel.
The bartender handed me a Whangamomona Hotel stubby holder; he knew the importance of keeping your beer cold. I thanked him for his generosity and returned outside. Sitting under the hotel veranda, I had time to reflect on another fun-filled pioneer day in the Republic.
If you want to explore a remote location rich in history, humour and goodwill, you can’t go past Whangamomona and its fiercely proud inhabitants. <<<
By Justine J Olckers and eRiQ Quaadgras
The start of a new children’s book series by New Zealand Author Justine J. Olckers and illustrator eRiQ Quaadgras. Morty Muligan the Magnificent Mole was very tired and was looking forward to a quiet holiday. Wanting to try something different he came out of his burrow and pitched his tent next to a lovely pond. However, he was soon disturbed by the excitable Flintie the Frog who came bouncing along just wanting to have some fun. How can Morty and Flintie both have a great holiday when they are wanting different things?
Make sure you get a copy for your kids of the new children’s book by Justine J Olckers and eRiQ Quaadgras
By Justine J. Olckers
A young woman’s life is turned upside down as she stumbles across a mystery involving sketchy government agencies, friends with questionable motives, and even members of her family. Apart from the fact that she can no longer trust anyone, there still are a handful of those who want nothing more than to keep her safe, even though some of them aren’t human at all. She finds out hidden truths of who her family really were and why she hadn’t met her father before. With special forces involved and strange alien-like creatures from Titan; this book is sure to keep your suspense levels on a high.
By Justine J. Olckers
A personal collection of poetry and short stories, inspired by Oscar Wilde. Poetry is the window to my soul and writing is the view
Published by eQuBe - Available on Amazon or by emailing kiwiolckers@gmail.com Facebook: Justine Joyce Olckers - Author or Instagram: justineolckers
By Justine J. Olckers
When you see people being bullied or read about it, you can’t help but get this hollow feeling in your heart. The sadness engulfs us as we feel their pain. Whether it is physical or mental bullying, or even cyber bullying, it is all so bad. I decided to write this chapbook to help motivate people with low selfesteem due to bullying. To encourage people to stand up and believe in themselves. I hope in my heart that this book reaches those that have had to face the challenges of bullying and that it helps their journey a little.
Published by eQuBe - Available on Amazon (print and eBook)
By eRiQ Quaadgras
eRiQ’s first novel focuses on the people of Kõwhatu, a small rural town in Taranaki, who wake up to a terrible tragedy in their community. When they have recovered from the initial shock, they soon realise there is more to it. A local journalist and one of the new police officers find themselves working together in order to find out what’s really going on in the cul-de-sacs.
“Cul-de-Shock has all the elements - suspense, well defined characters, great observations of people and places, riddles, some science, great quotes and then the two seemingly separate stories (cul-de-sac murders and Bowie twins) linked together in a very clever way. Recommend this read whole-heartedly.”
By eRiQ Quaadgras
Mystery, murder and a quest to deliver the mysterious ‘GITA’ USB stick. Tarquin and Maddy, the Taranaki duo, find themselves on another action-packed adventure that leads them to solving the riddles of life? The horrible events of the 2019 ‘Kõwhatu Killings had escalated Tarquin’s anxiety but with the events that unfold during this mystery, he has a chance to become more in tune with the ‘higher being’. He starts to reflect on that ‘secret’ power within. In the end, there is nothing like a cup of relaxing tea to settle your soul.
“Shock-Tea is a fun sequel that brings a new case for Tarquin and Maddie. Cleverly written, connecting current real events to fiction. Not too serious despite tackling serious topics. The riddles kept me guessing and entertained throughout the story, excited for the next one. Would definitely recommend it.”
By eRiQ Quaadgras
eRiQ’s third novel in the Shock-Trilogy will be out on Amazon in March 2021. Make sure to follow his Instagram account ( eriq_nz_author ) for more details!
