Summer holidays as children were always off camping somewhere, usually up the north coast, near Port Macquarie. We once did the trip in our trusty FJ holden pulling a trailer with all five of us kids in the car with Mum and Dad. One trip in particular we had a bad storm tear the main tent pole off the boys tent, with much kaos and rain dampening the night's sleep. Dad was always keen to fish, and always keen to show us boys how to do it right. Most of the time we were fishing for "black fish" using green weed which we'd spent previous weekends grabbing from shores of the Parramatta River. We'd spend the days fishing, swimming, throwing frisbies and other assorted balls, etc, then crash out at night in our tents whilst we all tried to release the valves on unsuspecting brother's air mattress. One special year in 1970 we all drove to Queensland in the FJ for Uncle Rob and Aunty Suzanne's wedding. We had a great time, and many fond memories of the trip, the site seeing, and the family time together.

Memories of times long passed - when we were young. Christmas evening at your mum and dad's place at Normanhurst when Valerie's father announced your engagement to Valerie. The time you got seats for Brisbane cousins and I to see a live TV show.