One of my most enduring (and endearing) memories of my late father was getting up at hellish a.m. to watch the infamous "meelbomtoer" to NZ. In these shared passions not a lot needed to be said, it could simply be experienced.
One of my most enduring (and endearing) memories of my late father was getting up at hellish a.m. to watch the infamous "meelbomtoer" to NZ. In these shared passions not a lot needed to be said, it could simply be experienced.