Not to Chyna with a bunch of Natives celebrating their stone age Culture but perhaps say, Hornby Mall.

Although Rolleston Village that Norman Kirk kicked off in the 1970s, a little too soon before the expansion, make that destruction, resulting from one more extravagant oratory error by James Patrick Anderton when in his self assessment he decided Christchurch needed him more than they needed Bob Parker, as Mayor. The onetime “Time Person of the future” was undone spectacularly when the Gods sent a seismic wave to indicate their displeasure of his opinionated self belief. Christchurch people devastated by Nature flocked to Rolleston village in their thousands to rebuild their lives on safer ground than the swamps draining into the Heathcote and Avon streams that singularly informed the two gnarly old Scots Brothers Deans who after passing over the Port Hills from Port Lyttelton did not pause until their march westward took them to the stable land with big trees at Riccarton before setting up their base.

Now today Rolleston offers its residents every thing but Ballantyne’s and Mitre Ten (rumoured to be coming) so visits to “The Hub ” at Hornby Junction have become sporadic tbf. Now the Mall there does not match Westfield Riccarton or Northlands set in the northern paddocks beyond the tram at Papanui of my youth for size but it does equal South City and Eastgate. A visit yesterday for Swmbo needing some retail therapy came as a bit of a reset as to what is happening in “Real New Zealand” that seems to be escaping Mr Luxons band of merry men and women. Empty shops, numbering at least five plus a permanently long closed cafe at the “Bank” end of the complex. Without doing a trip of discovery of the entire Mall my impression remains conjecture.
Now closed and shuttered business has long signalled the decline of rural centers along main road New Zealand but it was somewhat confronting in a mall that is servicing a westward expansion of the Garden City.