Graeme stops for half an hour to play with his young sons on their way home from school. The boys go to Bromley School, their house is at the other end of the cemetery, so every day they walk among the ancient graves wobbly from the earthquakes. On most days the boys walk home with mum, but Friday is dad’s turn to pick them up and they all take the opportunity to have some fun swinging on a rope fastened to an old tree. As Graeme teaches his boys the right technique to hold on and take turns, the family shares laughter, compassion and interest in a simple outdoor game. It strikes me as an ultimately happy half-an-hour. “I suppose it is a weird place to play” – reflects Graeme with a shy smile – “but our back door opens to the cemetery, so this is the easy way home.”