It is over 65 years ago that I first saw the Pacific Ocean and years before I was introduced to black and white television. At Christmas (early Fifties), the family would climb aboard the ‘Dodge’ and the ‘Fargo’ pickup and head to Manly for a beach holiday. Driving from Wellington in the Central West you had to negotiate the very steep approaches to the Blue Mountains on the Lithgow escarpment.
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