as you turn left at Awanui onto SH10 there is a small straight stretch of road with a collection of delightful ramshackle houses all clustered together.
ooohh, i do love old ramshackle houses!
i imagine little bare feet running in through the front doors and a mama calling out "don't slam the doors!".
i imagine a papa repainting the weatherboards on his weekends.
i notice the water tanks, the small orchard of fruit trees and the remains of decorative garden beds.
i wonder who lived here; who kept the fires burning in winter, and hung out the laundry in summer.
i wonder what they looked like. and if they were happy.
mostly, i wonder why these houses are all here, together, in this spot.
aren't they a fascinating collection?