...the church that was 100 years old
...the black, sooty sky
...my friends and I playing caterpillars in sleeping bags
and people playing tag.
...sleeping bags crackling like a fire,
...year 8s giggling
...people getting up and going to the toilet
...Whaea Sue telling us about art
and Mr Neal snoring like an angry warthog.
I could feel:
...the softness of the carvings,
..the soft, warm sleeping bagand the warm air of the wharenui carving around us.