My name is Tim Fouraker from Sussex, England. In 1984 I was a young pom wandering around the blue mountains looking for work, a venture that led me to the acquaintance of Clive and Lorna Backhouse at their beautiful home in Mt. Tomah. I was given a pair of secateurs and a saw, and set to work on a very overgrown part of their considerable garden. I stayed with them for about a week on two separate occasions, the second whilst laying a drainage pipe underneath their front drive ( please forgive me Lorna if your house was forever flooded thereafter! ) . I slept on a put you up bed in the garage, and joined Mr and Mrs Backhouse in the dining room for their evening meal, where I sat listening to at least some of their fascinating reminiscences. They were such a lovely couple, and amazingly energetic for their age, considering that at the time Mr Backhouse was a year shy of his 90th birthday. Mrs Backhouse exuded health and vitality, never seeming to sit down for very long, and I'm certain that part of the reason Clive lived to be ninety was due to Lorna's seemingly inexhaustible energy, he was a lucky man.<br /> I never forgot Clive and Lorna Backhouse, and I will never forget their kindness and hospitality towards me, a 21 year old stranger a long way from home. I consider myself privileged to have stumbled across Lorna and Clive Backhouse's path, albeit briefly.