At the Tēpu

Nana’s tēpu always had a spread ready to go for the next person who walked in the door. The kettle was always a moment away from boiling, and if you were really lucky, Grandad would pull a few shiny coins out of his pockets to go into yours.

We remember stories of the past being shared there. Dreams for the future. And of course, a few yarns about the present.

The tēpu was a place of gathering, sharing and connecting.
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