£10 Poms

In the 1950's there was a chance that my family were going to be £10 Poms. The possible escape from London Post-War tenement slums to Australian sunshine was irresistable to many. .....and for £10 for heavens sake!! My uncle Albert and auntie Sally (not real aunts or uncles) bit the bullet and went for it. My Mum and Dad were lined up, they even had a plot ready in French's Forrest waiting for them. I visited Sally and Albert out there in 1970 and they seemed sad that my Mum and Dad didn't go out. I saw the plot where our house might have been built. North Shore Sydney with nearby beaches of Dee Why and Curl Curl. Amazing countryside. Jumble of granite and limestone, eucalypts, kookaburrahs goannas and tumbling rivers.........playground for kids and adults. I may be wrong here.. but I rather imagine that my father couldn't cope with risk. He favoured the safe. Later in life he was happy with his bungalow and his TV screen. Where would I be now and what would I be doing if I had been dropped into this exquisite North Shore, Sydney, surf strewn, sun-bleached paradise???????