g' day

  Read your local news last night, shed a little tear for an icon of my memories, Dairyland and O what memories that brought flooding back to me. blue and white ice cream van turning around at the bottom of the road, in Mile Cross, mum getting the purse out and all running outside to get a threepenny cone. Its good to think back and remember our youth, the saturday nights walking up to the Firs stadium to watch the Speedway, checking out the bikes at the Boundry cafe on the way home. The seasons I rode for the Galley Scorpions cycle speedway club, Never managed to progress to the seniors, the Pirates, when I met Linda everything changed.

 Why Dairyland remains so much in my memory is that when I first arrived here, with Linda and the boys, the local ice cream vans were Dairybell and just the dairy bit makes the the old brain work, Dairybell had, I imagine hard times here with the van sales and have now, in every suburb, an ice cream parlour where we can sit outside and enjoy an ice cream or coffee and return home with a tub of good fresh icecream not that squirty type neither but the scoop styled ice cream like I remember from Dairyland.

  its good to remember the happy times.

                                                                                                              Robert, Linda and the boys.