An old railway carriage, named Primrose because of the flower’s association with love, renewal and optimism, has found a new home on a hillside overlooking the sea. Words: Jane Warwick Photos: Tessa Chrisp As Mr and Mrs Young drove their rowdy brood of 10 through rural Taranaki to church in Pungarehu (where, quite literally God-willing, they would have at least an hour’s relative silence), Margaret, child No.4 (thanks to beating her twin into the world) would be looking out for her own little perceived slice of eternal bliss. Poured into the car’s back seat in a pre-seatbelt tangle of limbs