Bedtime stories of soldiers, seafarers, adventurers, of heroes and villains. The Artful Dodger – a good kid, and Fagin – just a teacher. I never wanted the highwaymen to be caught, I grew up wanting the Indians to beat the Cowboys.
Between the ages of two and three, I remember being taken to the air-raid shelter to escape possible death from the German V1 or V2 rockets which caused 30,000 civilian casualties. I remember Churchill’s voice booming defiance and encouragement to the nation on the wireless. Later I was entranced by the program Desert Island Discs and the introduction line ‘faraway places with strange-sounding names’.
Is it any wonder I grew up a dreamer, a romantic, a lover of books, good stories, poets, adventurers and stories of Australia? Some kids grew up wanting to be a train driver. I grew up wanting to be a swagman.
I followed my dreams. Better than that I found a girl to share those dreams. Trish was to become a wonderful lover, wife, mother and lifelong friend. This is her story as much as mine.