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.
Thanks so much La Jenna.
Love how every detail is visible. Awesome!