I n the mid-60s, my family followed my father’s work to a caravan park in Gladstone, central Queensland. He worked in construction and the sprawling transient accommodation for the hundreds of families who’d relocated to build an aluminium plant became our home. I was going on 16 and sulking about having to change schools, again. Then I met Paul.

Back in those days people made their own fun. We often had huge parties at the caravan park, and Paul, an apprentice electrician, would volunteer to rig up the lighting.

View image in fullscreen Paul and Lynne in Queensland in 1967

Despite the age difference (he’d just turned 21), we became friendly. My parents and I were sharing a 15ft caravan, and while they adored Paul, he was never allowed inside.

For two years we’d spend hours under

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