Kawerau

Yo.

Someone say Kawerau? Somebody sent through the McLaren, but it's the longest Maori name in New Zealand.

Oh, that Tomata.

Give it a crackle.

It wasn't really a letter to the whole of New Zealand.

It was a letter to Kawerau.

We've been here for three years.

Some of our customers have gotten to know us quite well.

on research and thinking about what you need to do to make those specials happen? Yeah.

all day every day is that an appropriate answer somebody once said to me if you're not thinking about your business 24 7 are you actually in business and that was before we stepped into business and that's absolutely true every conversation we have with our team with our suppliers with foodstuffs is about how can we do better for our customers no one comes to work to do a bad job And we don't actually just see a supermarket.

We see 87 team members here in Kawerau that we employ.

That's 87 families that all want to, you know, look for their own future as well, who all want to do better and enjoy life.

I guess the point is if we are creating jobs today but leaving environmental costs for future generations, is it worth it?

[lip smacks] Well, see where I take a different view than you, I, I don't fear, I don't feel that I've done a single thing that is repeating the eras of the 1950s such as the Kawerau experience which you and I have talked about.

I'm ready to be challenged, are the guardrails robust enough?

Are they?

Mm-hmm

... will you put your chin out and stick up for those, uh, the families of those workers? W- can you support them to get ACC at least?

Yeah, well, uh, the, the details and the people that have suffered, and I know the area quite well, Whaka- around Whakatane and Kawerau.

You're also pointing to the fact in the 1950s the guardrails were lackluster.

It's not the first disappearance.

Pre-COVID, it was stolen before and recovered from the out the back of a property in Kawerau where it had been used as we could call it a gardening shed.

Well, at least they haven't been stealing a port-a-loo.

That's all I can say.