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  • I would have liked to have known him.

    John Hulse was my mother's only brother. They were very close in age, only 18 months apart and as children they were inseparable.

    My Uncle was an explorer, passionate about adventure and travel. His business card calls him an 'exploration geophysicist'.

    In the early 1960s it was rare to travel to places like Kenya and Ethiopia but Uncle John did. He regularly sent home postcards to my mum and grandparents which said nothing more than 'regards, John'. I guess it was a comfort for them to know where he was, in a time when keeping in touch from far flung places was a little more difficult than it is now.

    In 1963 my Uncle John was in a small light aircraft flying in the mountains of the Northwest territories in Canada. It was very bad weather, a snowstorm caught the pilot by surprise and the plane crashed. No survivors.

    My mum was 28. Her hair went from jet black to pure white in five days.
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