I acknowledge and saw with pride that he was also a man of the North—a person of my North. I fondly remembered his Kawakawa—my memories of coming over the three bumpy bridges on our way over from Hokianga, coming over to Whangārei—and Moerewa also being a home place of many of my whakapapa, uncles and aunties, who were long-time decades and generations of freezing workers, alongside Mike as well. 