will the past always catch you up?

I had a wee moment on Saturday afternoon, a pupil from Dyson Perrins High School where I 'taught' Art got in touch, and with permission from his mum we shared an alcoholic beverage or two in the late afternoon sun over in Sumner.

I never quite thought I'd be drinking with ex pupils on the beach front in New Zealand when, by and large, they're so far away in Malvern UK.

It was interesting to be reminded of some of the things I talked about back then as I prepared to live in NZ, and how much the little oiks had heard between the lines of rhetoric. Also to be reminded how important teachers can be in the lives of young people. Thanks G for sharing your time in Christchurch with an old fart.

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