Always an adventure led by Jos.

His curiosity, his sense of awe, inspired us all.

Brother, sister, next door neighbour.

Then, down to Kangaroo Valley.

With adults rapt in conversation.

And we, marching on to the next discovery.

An old ramshackle barn.

Broken windows.

Walls of mystery, walls of charm.

Blue wrens nesting there.

Little sky-blue eggs, waiting to be hatched.

Fields of green, bales of hay.

I’ll never forget that country lane.

Clouded in the mist of youth.

Where adventure around every corner lay.

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