Honours for one please. Signing up for Honours was like returning home when you hadn’t been there for thirty years. Familiar, warm and welcoming in many ways but at times bewildering, unknown and cold as ice. It felt dark for a long time, not in a bad way, more...
For the beautiful Ange, now dancing across the sky in your twirly skirt, big smile and magnificent heart. Within one minute of taking the photo of this badge in the car I’d lost it. It was tiny and perfect, retro rather than vintage, all the same perfect. And I lost...
Jim and Marge Welsh flew down the Melbourne Road to Ballarat in their borrowed Jaguar. It was December 1960. They arrived at the dance studio, upstairs at 12 Armstrong Street North, to be greeted by studio owner Marg Morcombe waving at them from the big steel windows...
