My Uncle Darcy loved a good holiday to some unusual place.
He did this most of his life and as he aged so did his mind.
Even when Edgar his travelling companion died Darcy would still plan and go off on his trip.
His last trip took him only a few days which surprised us as usually he would be gone a week or two.
Every time he’d return he’d have photos of his trip and always began by telling us what he had seen in the middle of nowhere.
He flashed up the photo, above, and stood back marvelling at it before announcing: You wouldn’t believe this ‘but this is the middle of nowhere…” We all looked at it and as always uttered the required exclamations of wonder before realising that this year Uncle Darcy had travelled to the local shopping centre and not the middle of nowhere.
It was Darcy’s last trip away. The following year I drove him to the riverbank where he sat for several hours before stating:
‘You wouldn’t believe a river that big could be in the middle of no where.”