F Knight, Saddler.

70 years ago walking down the lane to Ma and Pa's (Grandparents) we would pass this little workshop.The horses which the saddler provided for had been replaced by a tractor and the Hudson Super six by the time I could walk that way alone. Maybe it hasn't been there quite that long but it's etched in my memory as always been there. The wooden barrier across the frontage is at the side of the highway. I remember the road was just gravel. On the far side of that barrier is the main trunk railway line from Picton to Invercargill but the stream engines that dared us to stand close to the fence no longer snort their way past. Ma's old kitchen in the garage which replaced the house that burnt down, has long gone along with her wonderful garden with her Rhododendrons, camellias, azaleas etc but I can still smell them.
The Saddler's shop remains, remain.