At Marion St shelter, in Macandrew Bay, he ended up painting an entire wall beside the bus shelter. “While I was working on the shelter, this guy jogged up and asked what I was doing. He kept bouncing up and down on the spot, as your keener joggers do, and said he lived across the har­bour at Port Chalmers, but his mother lived nearby, and what would it cost to paint the whole wall? I said I’d have to work it out. A few days later he turned up at the shelter in a suit and car—I’d forgotten about him—and asked, `How much?’ Two thousand dollars,’ I said. He pulled out a cheque book, wrote me the cheque and drove off. I couldn’t believe it.”