Memories of the liberation of Walgett 1965

It is amazing whom you meet when walking along the streets in the Sydney legal precinct. Recently I encountered someone who looked, and sounded, uncannily like a barrister I had known in the 1960s: Malcolm Hardwick of 7th Floor Wentworth Chambers. It turned out that he was the son of Malcolm, who died some years ago. He told me that he was Nicholas Hardwick and that, unlike his father and grandfather, he had renounced the law and pursued life as an antiquities curator. He mentioned that he had been going through his father's papers.