An insight into the life of Australian artist, Bill Pidgeon (Wep) 1909 – 1981
Dear Graham,
Don’t you believe what you see on the front of this card. It is early in the morning – it is very hot – and nobody has been swimming.
We about very soon off to Singapore. It is now 7;30am.
Love Dad
Dear Mugs,
Had a magnificently smooth trip up and landed about 5:30am in the blinking dark. They seem to have the clocks too fast up here because it was about 6:30am local time before we had the dawn. It is very hot and the birds make different noises outside in the scrub. They caw and gurgle, and the ensemble has a liquid, gurgling note. Not sharp & gay, as in the antiquary No. 85.
I’m dying for a long cold beer but suppose I’ll have to wait till I get back on the plane. We are at a dump in the never-never called Berrimah. Qantas have a comfortable sort of motel looking establishment here. Bedrooms sprawled in lines round a swimming pool, dining room, etc. Unfortunately we don’t go anywhere near Darwin town. I’d like to have seen it – It was Sep 1945 when I last came through.