Early immigrant

I still have to back blip for a few days touring in New Zealand, but I’m still trying to absorb yesterday’s events here in Christchurch. Yesterday was our last full day on the South Island and we went into town to buy gifts for our lovely friends here, who lent us his truck for the last 11days.
We drove past the park, and headed to the coffee cooperative in Addington. Mr. S had a house there, which he lovingly restored, but has now been replaced by a couple of town houses.
As we arrived, there were suddenly police sirens, and we were informed there had been an incident. Then all the local businesses were informed to lock the doors and keep people safe inside.
We then followed the events from inside the cafe, but decided we wanted to get out, and drove back to our friends place. The roads were very quiet. It must have been a terrible time for all those parents who just wanted to get their kids safely home from school.
We ended up having another young lady staying, a relative who was supposed to fly back from to her home in Dunedin.
The photo is of a portrait of her great great great grandfather who immigrated from Howick in Scotland, together with his large flock of sheep. They settled in the Nevis valley. He died of hypothermia, having fallen in the river, leaving his young family behind.
I didn’t take any other photos in Christchurch yesterday.