Thirty-Four
Memory 18
It was the start of the new school year. Viggo and I had spent the summer doing classes at the university. I’d done sessions in Australian, American and British politics and British military history. I’d wanted to do a couple of art and music classes too, but there hadn’t been time once Viggo had planned my schedule. But that was okay. I learned a lot, and I got to spend time with Viggo.
When we got back to normal school, as well as all the other clubs Viggo and I were involved in, Viggo signed us up for the Landcare group.
I was surprised, at the time, by his choice. The only time I’d ever heard him talk about environmental issues was to dismiss those who cared about them.
“You’re either an environmentalist or you’re for progress.” He waved his hand in the air.
