I was going through some old photos earlier this week and found some from a small town in the north island named Waihi (pronounced Why hee). This would've been taken when I stopped here on the way to meet B for the first time just over 10 years ago on our first date and as I was driving down from where I lived, I saw lines of classic cars driving along the main state highway and in this town.
Shortly after this I discovered that one of my ancestors on my father's side had worked at the mine nearby as a mercury miner and unsurprisingly he died at the age of 50. Waihi is one of my favourite historical places.
Linking up with Mosaic Monday.
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