Here is New Zealand

Long blue summer days, pale golden beaches, and the sparkle and glint of waves. Happy days of peace and forgetfulness when life becomes a dream, and time slips through the fingers like sand.

– Poet ARD Fairburn works his lyrical prowess

There is nothing shoddy about these houses — they’re built to last.

– The narrator on newly built state houses in Auckland

This solid character is going to make lots of fine breakfasts.

– The narrator refers to a pig