‘If I’d been asked to vote on it, I would’ve said I’d landed at the centre of the universe. Standing on our corner of Sylvan Road and Victoria Street, with Te Mata Peak, the Tukituki River and the mad wilderness of Windsor Park to the back of me and the distinctly non-wilderness of Cornwall Park and the misty vista of the Ruahines in front of me, I was the master of all I could barely survey.’ So writes the much-loved painter Dick Frizzell in this charming, big-hearted memoir. It’s an endearing, and at times hilarious, love letter to his hometown, Hastings, and the weirdly innocent world of the 1950s and early 1960s.