New Zealand. The South Pacific islands around her. Sunshine. Space. A golden country. This is St Heliers, Auckland, and Brown’s Island. Reminiscent to me, of Port Meadow, Oxford, where Gwen Archer, my mother, took us two boys to fish in the late 1940s. While she read biographies. And thought, of course. Seventy-ish years ago. She was in her late thirties. This is ‘Helen and Martin Bowler’ country. And we are able to taste the life here. So refreshing. So different from Europe’s feel these days. With their echoes of the 1930s, and all that twentieth-century tribal madness. Not fishing now. I bring Holly the Collie for walks and ‘stick throwing/and fetching'. Which she loves. Simple pleasures. Activity. Time for thought….(09.01.2016@07.28hrs).