Michael-BATLEY-Obituary

Michael Reginald BATLEY

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25.8.1956 - 18.11.2023 Ngati Manipoto, Toa, Tama and Mutunga. Grandson of Rangirere Te Kapo and Riu Batley. Eldest son of Annie and Reg Batley. Survived by his partner Bronwen Stewart and children Alexandra and Felix Batley. Brother of Chris, David, Jason and Antony Batley and Jenny Sanson. A...

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Only just found out today you are no longer with us so sad last time i saw n spoke with you was the occasion of old Reg's tangi at Maniaroa, so long ago R.I.P. old mate Franky Rickit.

Michael, You sent me this of us picture recently. It was the time of the Anti-carpet and pétanque Mount Victoria Republic, the platform of which was to resist to the thickening of the carpets and play pétanque. We invented it the moment we met each other ! You, Rosemary, Alex and Felix were so welcoming in this house on the mount. We saw each other then through time in Italy and France, with Bronwen. As Bronwen just wrote, time didn't seems to matter. We shared some spirit. I'm...

Dear Michael, I will always remember you cutting my grass with hedge clippers, I felt so supported by you when my kids were young. Haere atu ra e te tungane

Keep on truckin Michael...

Bronwyn I am totally gutted to hear the very sad news of Micheals passing he was a really good friend at times hope to see you on the 3rd Sending my condolences Trevor

Sending love to Alex and Felix. You were a wonderful brother-in-law in the early days. Memories will live on at this sad sad time. Such a talented man full of exuberance and passion. Fly high. Nga mihi.

Was sad to hear of Michael´s death. We both went to Porirua College. Condolences to the family.

Mr Michael Batley. I smile at the memories of evenings at yours, including the first time meeting you and Bronwen and Edie. Bronwen being the only one who didn´t bark! What a strange and peculiar friendship ensued over four (feels like more?) years of intermittent visits. Conversations with you could go absolutely anywhere and sometimes back again. Always with a laugh, often educative, sometimes heated, commonly loud and lyrical. You (and the girls) became one of the things I missed about...