Havelock, my special place
The crowded harbour invites my Grandad’s boat, “Soundwave”.
Risk-taking cousins and I jump off boats into the blue depths below.
Kind locals wave and smile at us as we enter the little town of Havelock.
The modern Havelock motel gathers people from all over New Zealand, and probably the world.
Grandad’s lively boat pulls me to the steering wheel to steer the boat through the elevating hills protruding out of the clear water.