A TOWN CALLED TAIRUA

Three years ago, my husband and I made the decision to retire in Tairua, or somewhere on the Coromandel Peninsula. I’ve always loved this area, full of lush native bush and birdsong, unspoiled beaches – some of which are the best in New Zealand. Our previous home was at a small settlement in a remote area of south-east Auckland (where the Rubbish Cat lived), a good forty-minute drive from civilization. Tairua ticked all the boxes with shops, restaurants, a local pub, medical centre and, as Gary pointed out, a rest home and cemetery, which meant we would never need to leave!
We found a house, high on a hill. It looks out over native bush, the town and the Pacific Ocean. Tairua has around 1,500 residents and this climbs to over 8,000 in the summer – a holiday destination for overseas tourists and Kiwis alike. Many houses are holiday homes, the town becoming busy in the summer months and tranquil in winter. Since Covid, we miss the tourists who used to come in droves from all over the world. We miss the eclectic mix of language and accents. We even miss Australians! One day, I’m sure, they’ll be back.

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