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1985




Kalbarri, summer 1985. I remember being stuck in the car for hours and hours, driving down long empty stretches of road, waiting for the ocean to come into sight. Dad kept saying 'just over this hill' we would gasp and lean forward and there would only be more road with another hill. I remember the mix tapes we listened to, the long bright hot days, the sting of chlorine, pelicans, trampolines, mini golf and the tacky souvenir stores we would visit. 
I desperately wanted a pet rabbit, this was as close as I could get.



1969



My dad gave this to my mum for her 16th birthday. It was November 1969,  'Sugar, Sugar' by the Archies was number one. My mum was a self described 'faux hippie' and my dad was a square who never wore jeans, always a jacket and tie. Her name is engraved on the front, his on the back. It was the first gift he ever gave her.