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Going Bush
Behind the scenes
As we're constantly reminded by a somewhat strident billboard campaign, the Christchurch We Love Is Still Here.
As reluctant as we might be to jump on that particular bandwagon, it's undeniably rewarding to reconnect with those local sweet spots we've let slip to the rear of our quake- and christmas-harried consciousnesses.
One such treasure – as I reminded myself recently – is Pūtaringamotu: a stand of native bush on the historic Riccarton House property, not far from the city centre. Dominated by ancient matai, totara and kahikatea trees, it is the last surviving remnant of the original forest that once covered the Canterbury plains. Preserved through the wish of the pioneer settler, John Deans, it is now enclosed by a predator-proof fence and is home to a small population of kiwi and tree wētā. A looping track takes you for an easy ten minute stroll, with seats placed at strategic locations.
Standing at the foot of a 600 year-old kahikatea, while bellbirds make that impossibly liquid call and fat, clumsy kereru crash into everything in sight is one Christchurch experience that lives up to the advertising hype – awe-inspiring, heart-lightening, care-soothing.
It also reminded me of the neck-tilting perspective Denise Copland used in her 1991 suite of aquatint etchings, Indigenous.