Desmond is cutting the grass in front of his orchard when I spot him. He quickly invites me in to show me the rocks that had fallen from the summit into his garden in the September Earthquakes. ” They didn’t come from straight above us, but strangly from over there. ” – he points towards Rockview. “They rolled over the paddocks, the biggest one broke through the concrete fence, crushed the car and ended up in that bush. It’s overgrown now.” – the rock left a couple of large dents in the paving. Desmond casually walks over the broken patches to lead me to the concrete wall next to the garage. “The smaller one was held up by the fence, you can see it there.” – the smaller rock is still larger than the good-sized sheep grazing next to it. Desmond collected vintage cars before but hasn’t had any time for them since the earthquakes. Luckily his 1942 Packard remained unhurt in the garage.