Tucked away on the left hand side, as you head west on Yaldhurst Road and as the last of the houses give way to the paddocks of the Canterbury Plains, stands a monument to the working horse, to which without, man would have never tamed the wildness of Canterbury. From the very beginning, the horse …
The Bridle Path symbolizes a lot of different things to many different people. As a Canterbury historian, my heart jumps in my ribcage every time I see it and I am not even a descendant of a family that walked over it 150 years ago. My British parents and older brothers would make the same …
“For my part I am so happy in my dear dear home I should never care to stroll out and never enjoy my evenings half so much when a third person comes to interrupt our cosy tete a tete. Although my dear husband is not much given to talk on these occasions and is generally …
The racket and stink of hundreds of livestock rambling down Yaldhurst Road would make those who lived close by stay inside! Cattle, sheep, and even pigs headed down to the Addington Stockyards on Deans Ave like this for decades – causing such a trying time for residents that the Riccarton Road Board was formed mainly …