I suppose it makes sense to begin with my earliest memory. Not all my blogs will be memories but I think it’s a good start. I was not quite five years old. Four years and ten months to be exact. It was the middle of June, 1980, wet and fucking cold. At some point my parents moved to Ballarat, the arse end of the world! Mum would travel “home” to Hopetoun, in Northwestern Victoria to deliver my two younger sisters. I was born in Hopetoun too, in 1975. My parents were raised in the area and lived there at the time. However for this particular drive from Ballarat to Hopetoun, a three and a half hour epic journey when you’re a kid, the youngest child’s birth was imminent. I am…