Every year I await the return of the bluebells at Roland’s Wood. The glorious haze of blue shimmers beneath the skeletal branches of the beech wood. Siren-like it lures me inward and onward down the path. Like meeting a long-lost friend we greet each other; I bend in obeisance, the better to drink in their azure blessings. I have the deepest gratitude to dear Roland Sansom whose love of his home country inspired him to create this wood. It is believed to be the furthest North a beechwood has grown successfully in New Zealand and visitors come from all over to visit and admire it. Now the wood is being developed to include plantings around the ponds and bog areas through the tireless efforts of local man John Horrell and his Rotary Club helpers. Over time these plantings will grow to enhance the sense of wildness the beech wood exudes. It is wonderful to come here as the seasons cycle and watch the shifting of energies from birth to maturity and onward through decline and death. Inherent in this cycling is the promise of return, the reminder that there is no end with out its new beginning. This is a gift beyond measure.