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The Beer Bottle Collection
The Beer Bottle Collection When my younger brother and I were growing up in Devonport, and regularly exploring and fossicking on our beloved Narrow Neck Beach, we collected beer bottles, large, brown, clinking, conspicuous bottles – worth pocket money! We developed Scrooge McDuck dollars signs in our eyes as we regularly traipsed home with the weekend collects. Lazy yachties and boaties offshore, bobbing around in the Rangitoto Channel, carelessly tossed the empties overboard, which stood in the water like little bobbing soldiers until they gently came to rest on Narrow Neck sands, joining the discards from late night beach revellers. My brother's family friends visiting regularly, to admire the growing pyramid of backyard bottles, clinking benignly in the sunlight, and regular tallies showed we were winners. Regular bottle-trucks came to relieve our back garden, and the welcome shillings in pennies mounted up. I recall those pre...




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