One of my great-uncles, John Payn, was killed in action in France in WW1 and is buried there. His name is listed on the greenstone plaques outside the Memorial Hall.
During the day a whole pile of Pork Pie Minis passed through.
This historic hotel was here when my great grandfather Frank Payn was still a young man.
I walked around the back of Londonderry Rock where my uncle took me once. The piles of tailings from sluicing are still incredibly tall and barren.
It was great to see Kumara School had real acknowledgement of the town's past. This sculpture of a miner panning for gold was near the entrance.
I did lots of walking- including on Payn's Track. I saw this old house in my travels. Someone's ancestors lived here.
Tonight I had dinner at the Theatre Royal Hotel - and by chance, my ancestors graced my placemat.
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