Much like my ancestors they would go in a boat or ferry to a small New Zealand town to start again, begin a new life. They load their supplies on the boat.
It was not easy to go to a strange place, some of the wives sat down and cried. All the beauty and sophistication stripped away. But they came here to get a new chance that they could not have in Mother England.
So mankind boldy goes…where no man has gone before!
Pencil work by Warwick.