Scattered pictures

on Jul 04 in General by

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My brother is due to visit Australia for the first time this summer, but my sister and I have both been there before. My mother is Australian and in 1980 she took us over to visit her family, leaving my father back in England. I was four, my sister was one and my mother was extremely brave to face taking us on the journey single handed. Including the car journeys at each end and the changing of planes it took 32 hours each way.

I don’t have many memories of that trip. But the one thing that will always stick in my mind is a letter we received while we were there from my Dad. In it was a photograph of a hobby horse that he had made for me for when I got back.

In total we were in Australia for two months. Only now as a parent can I imagine how hard it must have been for him to come home to an empty house day after day. But even as a child I knew that the act of making that horse wasn’t just a simple exercise in carpentry. It was an expression of love.

This has been another wordy Wordless Wednesday.

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