FROM THE NEWS DESK
Last week I went out to a job - the fruits of which you can see on page four - which really put something firmly in my mind.
I want to still be doing what I love at 90, whatever that may be.
Keith Philpott is getting up to 90, he’s 88, and Thursday I went out to McLeans Island to watch him take a restored dozer he used in the 1960s out for a spin.
He was a gun on it as well, which contrasted sharply with him cruising about with a walking frame afterwards.
My Nan is the same. She’s 91 now, but on her 90th we took her out for one of her favourite pastimes; deep sea fishing off Moeraki.
She caught the most fish (I swear that woman has a deal with Tangaroa) and hauled in the biggest. Well, I helped get it in, but she caught it.
In January she fully recovered from a broken hip which happened in November. We all thought she’d be wheelchair bound, but she wouldn’t have it.
If I can do the same and be that tough when I’m their age, I’d be bloody stoked.