Hi from Anne,
The three new characters in this story Hirohiko, Sayako and their daughter Tukiko were originally intended to be involved in this one-off story but then, Susan wrote Story 231 about them too. Excitement and interest in these three have led to us doing a series later in Volume 17. Below in the comments here, Jeff has suggested that we link the stories here to those future ones.
The three new characters in this story Hirohiko, Sayako and their daughter Tukiko were originally intended to be involved in this one-off story but then, Susan wrote Story 231 about them too. Excitement and interest in these three have led to us doing a series later in Volume 17. Below in the comments here, Jeff has suggested that we link the stories here to those future ones.
Hi from Joseph.
We had not been back from India long when this story took place. With the merging of all the local councils of Auckland into one ‘super city,’ the organisation I worked for was merged into this new administration too. The parks were brought together and we found we had some smaller park areas nearby that came under our care as well as the Waitakere Centennial Park. These smaller parks had been managed by the old Auckland City.
One of these was Mokoroa Falls. It became policy for a park ranger to go over there regularly, walk the tracks and generally see everything was Ok. I had been told it was my duty for the following day so I arranged to take my wife, Lizamoa with me. She would park her car further along the Scenic Drive where I would pick her up. We planned for a picnic lunch and a swim while we were there.
We first did the long track, taking a nice walk across to Constable Road and back, then picking up our lunch from my truck we headed down the main track to Mokoroa Falls. Being a weekday we had only met one couple on the first track and just a few people on the main falls track.
We came to the lookout but I had to go down the stairs to the riverbed, as part of my inspection before we could go on to another more private place for lunch and a swim.
Down below the falls, we met a Japanese couple with their daughter whom we later learnt was nineteen years old. Since I was wearing my park uniform, they approached us to ask about swimming places. It seemed; they weren’t intending swimming that day but wanted to bring some friends back later.
We had not been back from India long when this story took place. With the merging of all the local councils of Auckland into one ‘super city,’ the organisation I worked for was merged into this new administration too. The parks were brought together and we found we had some smaller park areas nearby that came under our care as well as the Waitakere Centennial Park. These smaller parks had been managed by the old Auckland City.
One of these was Mokoroa Falls. It became policy for a park ranger to go over there regularly, walk the tracks and generally see everything was Ok. I had been told it was my duty for the following day so I arranged to take my wife, Lizamoa with me. She would park her car further along the Scenic Drive where I would pick her up. We planned for a picnic lunch and a swim while we were there.
We first did the long track, taking a nice walk across to Constable Road and back, then picking up our lunch from my truck we headed down the main track to Mokoroa Falls. Being a weekday we had only met one couple on the first track and just a few people on the main falls track.
We came to the lookout but I had to go down the stairs to the riverbed, as part of my inspection before we could go on to another more private place for lunch and a swim.
Down below the falls, we met a Japanese couple with their daughter whom we later learnt was nineteen years old. Since I was wearing my park uniform, they approached us to ask about swimming places. It seemed; they weren’t intending swimming that day but wanted to bring some friends back later.