Anzac Day - and a new book
When I was a child my family marked Anzac Day, 25 April, by climbing to the trig station on the hill behind our house. It was steep and – in my memory at least – often hot, in that blue-skied, bright, autumnal kind of way. Coming down was the best part – we generally slid, at some cost to our trousers, and with a degree of regret each time we discovered a seedling gorse bush tucked amongst the grass. We understood that Anzac Day marked the blooding of New Zealand and Australi
