One of my earliest memories was of my grandad. We were in Hong Kong and I remember running to him because he was peeling lychees and eating them. I remember him feeding them to me (I was only three) with his well worn hands.

When I was in primary school mum used to pick me up but one day she sent him instead. I refused to get in the car with him because I was worried that mum was coming and if I went with him she would think I had gone missing. Needless to say he was hopping mad by time he coaxed me into the car.

On school holidays he used to take all of his grandkids out to “yum cha” which was usually at Robert Harris. When there were only a few of us he would buy us each a toy. By time you’ve had 12 grandkids it just gets a little silly! Then he’d take us to Countdown to buy whatever we wanted. Good times.

On my recent trip back to NZ I went to his house and while he was busy doing something I went through his old passports. He’s been to New Caledonia, Japan, Thailand, the States, the UK to name a few. I didn’t realise he’d ever been to the UK before. Weird.

While back I also scanned some old photos of him including one of him wearing a toupée! Nice work!