We live in the world's windiest city, sitting at the edge of New Zealand's north island lying in the path of the roaring forties – the prevailing westerly winds.
We live in wooden houses on steep hills. We drink lots of coffee. Our weather changes constantly and our clouds are always running. We are the land of the long white cloud. We walk everywhere.
Okewa is a nod to this heritage. It means 'large grey raincloud' in New Zealand's indigenous Te Reo Māori.