Dad nailed on the mahogany weatherboards. They were a rich deep red colour. Mum chose them from what little building materials were available and affordable at the time.
One wall finished. We were getting excited.
The front of the house is taking shape. Mum helps dad on her days off from nursing. I loved my new country and running bare foot everywhere.
At the end of each year Mum and Dad would reward themselves with a day on the south coast on Boxing Day. It became a tradition for us to have a picnic on the beach at Austinmere.
I loved the beach, I loved swimming, I loved my family and I loved Australia. Even though life was a struggle for my parents at this time they were happy. They made a five year plan to build and own their own house and provide a better life for their children than they could have in England.
My big brother, David, is on the right watching the waves break over the rocks, he is turning into a strapping teenager.
Guess from where I got my love of photography?