In a year that may well go down in history as the start of the end of civilisation as we know it, 2025 has been a challenging time. My reticence in writing what is usually a newsy, end of year missive is itself of reflection of how little I have said ‘socially’ over the past 12 months – silenced by the sheer enormity of what is and has been going on in the world out there, my little life has seemed, well, somehow insignificant.
And yet it seems somehow ungrateful of me if I do not celebrate what has been, on a personal note, an excellent year, filled with family love and connection, and professional business success.



So I preface what follows with this – I am not blind to the world around me. I see the genocides that breed the next generation of angry young men; the terrorist attacks that set us all back from building a world together; the crazy, self-serving and ignorant world leaders who appear to be not just lacking in compassion, but in a basic understanding of the lessons of history, enabling the blatant racist activists pushing nationalist agendas, the self-proclaimed ‘Christians’ spreading hate and false “truths” that enable illegal arrests and deportations that tear families apart and ravage communities… I see this all, and I am terrified of what the future holds.
It is never been as true as it is today that “those who fail to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them” – as Winston Churchill is said to have proclaimed, paraphrasing Spanish philosopher George Santayana. It seems in 2025 that mankind is on its own suicide mission. Who would have thought, that in a globally warming world being increasingly ravaged by the impacts of climate change, that the biggest threat to mankind would be mankind itself. In all of this, being one lone person feels a bit like these paper thin mushrooms – fleeting, lovely and totally useless!


And yet, in a world gone mad, Peter and I set out to have the best of years. Our beach house at Orere Point was finally usable again, with a new deck, and refurbished pathway down to the beach offered regular ‘time-out’ for dog walks on the beach, and evening drinks on the deck watching the resident keruru and tui in our trees.









Isabel capped off her summer of rowing in March with selection to the NZ Secondary Schools Nationals, where her U17 girls made a decent showing, with one A final and two B final slots. The 2025/6 season is now in full swing, and Matthew has joined Izzy in the St Kents rowing squad – meaning many weekends spent on the banks of the rivers and lakes around us. For parents, an incredibly onerous sport; for grandparents a relaxing day on the grass!





April brought our next whole-family adventure – a trip through Vietnam, with a tiny bit of Cambodia tacked on the end. The “travelling catastrophe” – a collective noun for the Hall and Gilbert whanau, 10 of us ranging in age from 2 to 70! – met up in Singapore, flew together to Hanoi, making our way down to Ho Chi Minh City, via Halong Bay and Hoi An. We had so much fun!




We learned to make Vietnamese coffee, and food. We enjoyed fabulous fine dining, and 5-star bahn-mi delivered for breakfast by Grab, navigating a plethora of food allergies and preferences. We swam, we beached, we kayaked, we saw some sights… and we spent really quality time together.










We ended the trip with a few days in Angkor Wat, in a perfect house with its own pool, and LOTS of bedrooms and bathrooms, well out of the way of the party crowds in “Bar Street”. We visited the temples… and again, ate fabulous food, and swam, and sat and talked and talked.




Definitely time to start planning the next family trip!
Meanwhile, our travelling for 2025 was only just beginning, with a much longer trip planned for September / October. Our annual visit to the London whanau (even though we’ve seen them over Christmas, and then again in April) was slightly later than usual, in part to enable the Indian adventure to be scheduled in what we had hoped would be slightly cooler weather in October.
Our time in London is so precious, all the more so because Rob and Jenna welcome us into their home, and allow us to just be part of their lives for the time we are there. We visit with their pals, we cook, we walk Alfie to and from school, drive Edie to nursery, walk the dog and play with the kids. Little Miss Edie is totally besotted with “Petey”, and our Monday morning coffee with Edie became a treasured part of our routine.









Alfie started in the “Reception” class at the primary school down the road from home, and it was a real delight to be part of his first few weeks at big school, as he moved out of the ‘nursery’ routines, and started being a ‘big school boy’.

Five weeks in London sped by and before we knew it, we were on our way to Mumbai, with great expectations – our first visit to India. A bucket list trip that I had thought was out of reach – as we got older, less mobile and frankly less intrepid! But a reminder of a throw-away line from some Indian colleagues a long time ago – “if Debra ever travels in India, it’ll be on the Maharajah’s Express” – intended to be pejorative rather than encouraging – led me to discover the truly luxurious way to see at least a little bit of the India that was still calling us.

A 7 day train journey – we chose the route from Mumbai to Delhi – via a rich selection of sights (and sounds) as we traversed Udaipur, Jodhpur, Jaipur and more, with the final stop at the indescribably beautiful Taj Mahal – meant we could experience the places while travelling in the comfort of our own cabin, with onboard (mostly) meals and services. It was a truly incredible experience – red carpets, rose petals, rousing trumpets and a good bit of shake, rattle and roll rocking you to sleep at night.
















We bookended the train trip with a few days in Mumbai to begin – venturing out on some city, temple and slum tours – and a few days in the Himalayan foothills at Shimla to end, a real respite from the heat and especially the pollution in Delhi. Throughout, I was struck by the relentless positivity we encountered.






If London lived up to its reputation for being “whinging poms” – with apologies to my very best British friends – lamenting the state of the world, the economy and their lives in general, India in contrast was relentlessly positive and optimistic, with a palpable belief that things will get better. I was reminded of a line in the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movie – “everything will be alright in the end – if it’s not alright, it’s not the end”. If only we could apply that thinking to the state of the world right now.
New Zealand in 2025 was definitely in the ‘down and out’ side of that spectrum – a general malaise as people seemed not to appreciate the enormity of our economic crisis, made worse by a government who, while doing many things right, was equally completely tone-deaf to mood of nation, and did some incredibly stupid things to make that mood even worse.
Despite all of that, I am incredibly grateful to say our family not only survived, but thrived. Isabel and Matthew did well at school, with Izzy ending the year on a high as the Head of House prefect for her house in 2026. Matthew settled into college (high school) extremely well, seeming loving the bigger pond to play in! He celebrated gaining a place in Kentoris (the auditioned school choir), being selected for the novice rowing squad (in the face of fierce competition) and being selected as a Middle School prefect for 2026. It has been such a joy to watch these two start turning into wonderful, well-balanced, articulate and caring young adults, and supporting each other in their chosen pursuits.

In between the family time and travel time, Peter continued to enjoy his retirement. Pilates twice a week appears to be keeping the progression of his arthritis mostly at bay – and we continue to live by the mantra “do what you can do, don’t worry about what you can’t do”. We can still do a lot!
My “retirement” continues to be filled with working to support the growth of the New Zealand tech economy, with real highlight of the year being one of “my” companies, Mindhive Global, winning two categories at the Hi Tech Awards – best agritech solution, and best startup! They then topped that off later in the year with an International Business award for best use of capital to grow export sales. It’s been a wild ride as chair of that board, but all the hard work seems to be paying off! I continue to be an active member of angel-investor group, Flying Kiwi Angels, and to run workshops around the country building governance capability for the early stage tech companies.

So as we head into 2026, I’m looking forward to another full year, with lots of highlights – Isabel’s last year at high school, Rob and Jenna’s 40th birthdays – and many smaller but no less significant reasons for celebration.
May 2026 bring us all closer together, surrounded by those we love, and supported by our whanau and friends. May your year be filled with soft beds (and sofas), trees worth climbing, forests to explore, warmth on your belly, and somewhere safe to hide from the thunder!




















