My grandparents’ horse farm in one of its heydays — 1980.  Grannie Bury taught horse-this and horse-that, and was beloved by her students — though she could be very … English. The guest cottage is seen here, on the hill, in a view from their cool house (partially built from old convict bricks — each unique in shape, color and identification mark) …

Here’s Mom’s recent description of this photo: “It’s morning mist at Wattle Hills, Mudgeeraba, with the horses probably waiting for their hay. The buckskin/dun horse with the dip in his back, near the gate, is Poco, one of my mother’s favorite horses ever; he was probably in his thirties by that time. The tree is a wild fig; it was, and I hope still is, a lovely tree, and always seemed to be at the center of a tiny natural world, with tiny climbing ferns meandering among its exposed roots and small blue flowers, I think they were native violets, scattered among them. I am homesick just thinking about it.” (Fiona Purcell)

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Australian GOLD COAST BULLETIN, Tuesday, August 10, 1976

My Grandparents, Archie and Ursula Bury
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“THE PEAK WAS FLATTENED AND THE FARMHO– USE BEGAN TO TAKE SHAPE”
— BY ANNE KNIGHT