On the wall of my Grandad's place in Te Puna hangs two framed photos of him with the Duke of Edinburgh. They've been there for as long as I can remember.
One of them has them standing in a paddock with a horse and carriage in the background, while the other will look bizarre to the uninitiated: both of them standing next to a road cone with a golf ball sitting on top of it.
They were taken at the Taupō National Equestrian Centre in 1995 when the Duke and Queen were touring New Zealand. My grandad, Gordon Burr, was the designer of the horse carriage driving course - a sport Prince Philip was immensely passionate about.
"Everyone was dolly'd up," recalls Grandad. "The Queen wasn't there, she had something else on. The event was put on for him to have a look at how we did it [carriage driving]."
Grandad wasn't meant to meet the Duke that day - the club president was meant to do all the formalities. But when the Duke arrived, those plans went out the window.
"He came down and said 'where's the course designer?' which was me so I went over and shook his hand. He said 'right, you come with me'," recalls Grandad.
"I had about three-quarters of an hour with him there, just me and him and he was chatting away about this and that and so on.
"Underneath it all, he was good, relaxed, he wasn't uppity or touchy. He was just a normal bloody guy. There was no mucking around, no sign that he was pomp and so on. He was just being him," he says.
The course was made up of obstacles and gates that the horses and carriage must drive through. This is where the road cones and golf balls come into it.
"If the wheel of the carriage gig touches the big plate at the bottom of the traffic cone, the ball falls off and they lose points.
"I never had the proper British cones. He said, 'Why would you spoil a good course by having traffic cones?' I said, 'Because they're too bloody dear!' He laughed and said 'good on ya, no problem.'
"A few days later, I rang the agent for the proper cones and said 'get me 50 of those please' and then wrote to Philip and told him we had the proper cones now," laughs Mr Burr.
With the Duke having quite a controversial history and being notorious for offending people, I asked Grandad what he was really like.
"Bloody mighty," he said as he sipped his cup of tea.
"They make him out to be a womaniser and all sorts. Well, I can't say anything wrong about him, he was just my kinda guy.
"My side of the story is totally different to some of the things that you see and that he's nasty and all that. Well I'll refute that anywhere. I like to treat people as I find them, and I couldn't fault him. He was just bloody good value," says grandad.
Was he an angry bugger, I ask. "Shit no, he was good. He had a drink with you, a beer in the clubrooms there in Taupō. Everyone was having a drink there and talking to him. Then he came up to me and shook my hand and said 'thanks very much'. No mucking around. Then off he went," Grandad says.
Not before he'd had a spin around the track himself.
"He had two horses or four horses and he goes at a gallop, he doesn't fart around with it, that's his style of driving.
"He would just go like the bloody clappers. He's a bloody good driver," he adds.
Despite the club president being a bit brassed off, the rest of the members were "all happy as bloody Larry" with how it played out.
Especially grandad, who has been telling this story to anyone who visits him and asks about the photos of the prince on his wall.
Lloyd Burr is Newshub's Europe correspondent, based in London.
