The Dreamtime by Peter Michael Jagger
I have long worked on my own account as a photographer and have found
from experience that I enjoy travel, especially to hot places - given
the proviso that I have no difficulty with the language and can sleep
in insect free air-conditioned comfort not too far from a supply of the
highest quality beer.
My artistic inclinations have led me inexorably toward computer processed
work. Having written four novels and 20 short stories over the last four
years, this opportunity seemed tailor-made.
your story about?
This might have been a designed travelogue, but I was moved to say something
of my experience at the Red Centre of Australia after standing by the
dry sand bed of the Todd River in Alice Springs. The gentle wind carries
the just audible sound of forty thousand years plus of aboriginal history:
conversations, stories and celebrations. Try it.
you choose to tell this particular story?
1933 a seventeen-year-old-boy from Melbourne, Ted Donaghue, came to the
West Riding for three years to learn the wool trade. He was befriended
by my father, who was the same age, played rugby and who, at the end of
his stay didn't want to go home. Considering the diamond-bright light
of Oz in contrast to the smoke-choked, building blackened, foul-weathered
town of Halifax - there must have been considerable affinity. I caught
up with him 57 years later.
Given the chance, I should like to tell a second story about the home
made holiday homes, tied in with my childhood holidays.