Yellow leaves fall to the ground from the tree beside me, fluttering in the wind, making way for the new summer leaves. A streak of light crosses the sky as the sun lights up one thin line of remaining cloud before the world turns too far for us to see any more sunlight.

We made cubbies in the tall, tall lupin crops and playing house for ages and ages. We did this in the paddock to the east of the old house and then in the front paddock. We walked down the creek as far as the sheoaks and thinking we were in another country and making tracks through the scrub and forts in the sandy walls of the creek bed. It is a bit gruesome really to think that many people made an effigy of Guy and adorned their bonfire with it ready to burn.