When I was in grade three Dad bought another farm about six miles north of Girraween. So in the autumn of that year I left Bordertown primary and started going to Carew school which was about a mile and a half from home.

I started steering the tractor and Land Rover pretty young. Dad used to feed oats to the sheep in summer/autumn from the four-wheeled trailer, and I was the driver…

This was a year when there was fair bit going on, not all of it good.

1956. I had a sore right knee; the doctor thought I had hurt it playing footy, despite my denials.