Haere ra to Kia Ora St

Lynda and husband Mark's whole lives were based around the area. They both went to Central New Brighton School as children and as teenagers would walk down Pages Rd past icecream and game parlours all the way to Brighton when there used to be bumper to bumper traffic heading to the beach.

"It's all we have ever known," she said.

The house just felt right.

It was the afternoon close to the first anniversary of the earthquake when Tracy called her saying that she should get down to Kia Ora St. There was a digger on her front lawn. Lynda stood in front of what was once her house and watched as the machine's teeth plunged into their home of nine years. In two days it would be gone. She felt numb. She wanted to be alone.