Peter CalderÃ�Â¢Ã�Â�Ã�Â�s travels with his octogenarian mother Ã�Â¢Ã�Â�Ã�Â� back to her roots in the Old Country Ã�Â¢Ã�Â�Ã�Â� became a voyage of discovery for him as much as for her. Like many of her generation, she had always regarded herself fundamentally as an Englishwoman, marooned on a distant shore. And she had raised her son as an Englishman abroad, knowing more about Robin Hood than Te Kooti.
His Travels with My Mother are recounted with wit and sensitivity. As the unlikely pair journey to London and the South West, the author reflects on his childhood and family life.
The result is more than a travelogue: the diary of a specific trip is also a story that many New Zealanders will find familiar. It is an engrossing and entertaining story with many comic turns, which examines the authorÃ�Â¢Ã�Â�Ã�Â�s relationship with his mother as much as it explores the land of their forebears. And it shows how, in visiting the Englishman he was brought up to be, the author learned more about the New Zealander that he has become.