She was a teenager when we met her.

She giggled and chuckled as she skipped through Taumarunui, spreading her unbridled joy for life and youthfulness.

This young lady had a rendezvous to keep: in the autumnal colours of Cherry Grove she was meeting Ongarue: this was not her first love – there had been several since she set out from the Central Plateau - but each one changed her and made her stronger.

Onwards curled the Whanganui River, smug in her recently accorded legal "personhood" that recognises the relationship she has with her iwi.

My companion and I pondered as