Comfy Place

Early one morning in Mumbai I take a walk along the windy streets to one of my favourite cafe's. This is that story.     

This is one of those stories that takes place over many years and different parts of my life. One day I find myself as a teenager walking home from school, through the back door and into the kitchen where my father stops me and sits me down and says "It's time you learned about Henry Kneebone". Little did I know that I was about to be a participant in my father's twenty-year quest....

Leaving the city and heading westward my thoughts are lulled into taking in the beautiful surroundings, losing myself into an audiobook or my favourite tunes. Arriving at the farm I enjoy the sites and sounds and smells that country Victoria Australia provides. 

The small town where I grew up in (Barooga) boasts a golf course that is larger than the town itself. During another warm day near the end of the school holidays, my friends and I decided to do something a little stupid. Resulting in someone thinking they had broken a world record.         

On a warm summers day in Australia, four friends take a walk along a dusty track to a famous tree high on a cliff overlooking a creek near the Murray River. This a place where those who dare can make a name for themselves.