I'm sitting here wondering what the heck I'm going to write about, but nothing springs to mind, so I decide to check my email instead.

Imagine my surprise to receive a letter from a friend I haven't seen for over 30 years. My friend was visiting the Cradle Mountain Gallery, recognised the style of one of the photos, and obtained my contact details.

Unbelievable! After 30 years. You can run, but you can't hide.

Not that one should want to hide from one's past, and especially one's friends.

One thing this event did highlight is that, although I remembered my friend well, I can't remember the names of any of the people we used to hang around with, the places we went, things we did etc. There are a few snippets that penetrate the fog, but not many.

I hope that you get some enjoyment from reading this journal, but if nothing else, it will be invaluable to me in 30 years time.

Till next time then, and remember,

don't dream it, be it!