We went together to the bushland nearby to gather blackberries.

I can see dad with World War 2 wrapping bandages around his legs to stop being scratched by the blackberry thorns.

I thought back then- dad you couldn't serve as a soldier in that war, (though you had the uniform) as you were held back to keep teaching in schools instead.

Here we were, me holding our billycan and dad filling it with blackberries which we ate with the family later on!

Hooray for that memory and my dear dad!