Shhh! Just between you and me, Ned’s on a secret mission to the northern hemisphere. I’m not saying that Shag is involved, but let’s just say that it involves secret caches of Maketu Pies behind enemy lines. To cover my undercover moments, I’ve selected a few choice moments from the Road To Redemption.
Originally published 9 July 2010
Although it is unlikely to rival rugby for a global television audience, I can claim to have invented a game.
Well, co-invented. With LittleDavyOne, then aged 18 months.
We had returned, slowly, from one of our excursions down to the beach, and MrsDavy and others had gone ahead.
The road had just been re-sealed, and the loose stones piling up in the gutter were too much of a temptation for a tactile toddler such as LittleDavyOne. So we sat down on the sidewalk, which just happened to be next to a stormwater grate. And as LittleDavyOne scrabbled with the gravel, I casually pushed some stones into the grate, where they fell with a very satisfying ‘Plop!’ into the water below.
Well that got her attention, and now she wanted to push her whole pile into the grate. I could see myself being arrested for criminal damage – for stealing the stones, or filling up expensive drainage, or similar – so I convinced her that the better part was to carefully select a single stone and drop it carefully and listen intently for the quality of the plop: round and deep, or sharp and brittle, echoing or blunt.
We played this way for another half-hour, and hours more on subsequent days.
It’s a game that LittleDavyOne and LittleDavyTwo and I have played happily on streets and wharfs and river banks and boats and bridges and fountains ever since, all around the world.
And the wisdom and beauty and generosity of MrsDavy is that she doesn’t play, but watches and smiles.