That is such a good story of friendship. I have a buddy in Cudal NSW who has fires quite close to him.[/QUOTE]
That's 426 Km SW of Tamworth, which to an Aussie is, like, next door!
However, if you have lived in the UK and never been around the world much, (fortunately I have) it seems a long distance. Yes, a good frienship story, thank you
. The way we resumed contact is interesting. We had started Primary school in a Nottinghamshire coal-mining village at 5 years old, in classes of never less than 45 ragged-ass kids. Vic and I lived around the corner from each other, played together, became bikers together, first girl friends at same time. (swapped a few!) It was then a close-knit community, not so now since the pit closed in '89 and a lot of people dispersed.
After Vic left, while I served in various places, we lost touch. Then I moved to Lincolnshire in 2000. In 2009 another old mate decided to organise a Reunion for the class of 1950 and began to pull us all together. Unfortunately, that September I had a bowel disease which almost caused my death, an operation and failed to make the reunion. They went ahead without me, Vic came here to see me and we regained contact, swapping addresses and emails. After the first 2 or 3 emails, I did not hear from him for a few months, then a message to say he had been hospitalised with stomach cancer. He recovered, I recovered, and we resumed or frienship as if the last foty-some years had never kept us apart. Now we are gradually pulling old friends that remain, together. Some have passed away and two are unreachable, but the amazing fact is that some of those 40+ kids from a pit village in the heart of England in 1950, are scattered all over the world. There are at least 2 of us on every continent.
True friendship can cross thousands of miles and many, many years.