Secondary school, a sabbatical, and a calling.
My first year at University, studying architecture. My number was not pulled out of the barrel, so I was not conscripted and sent to Vietnam. It was a good life.
To celebrate my matriculation, my parents gave me a typewriter. I taught myself to type. Should I be an architect, or a social worker?
I helped edit, photograph and design the school magazine, printed letterpress. (Even now, when I pass the old Truth newspaper building, I recall the acrid smell of etching the halftone blocks).
I had a short tour of Germany, Italy and France with my father. Seeing a lot of Modern architecture and design made a big impression. So did contact with fine cars and wonderful civic places.
With my family I travelled to England for a year's sabbatical leave, on board the SS Orcades.
I swotted hard and passed the Queensland Junior Public Examination. English and Physics were my best subjects.
I built several transistor radios.
My first adjustable camera was a 35mm half-frame Olympus Pen. I blacked out the bathroom window to make a darkroom.
As a Boy Scout I learned to make custard on a camp fire.
I was given a car, a 1928 Austin Seven.