In the Australian winter of 1972, at the age of 15, my parents sent my sister and me to Greece to meet our relatives for the first time.

We were Monemvasia (southeast corner of the Peloponess) and sitting at a table in my Uncle’s restaurant.

A gentleman beside us overheard me speaking and reached across to ask if I was English. I politely answer “No I’m Australian”.

He then asked if I had heard of Don Bradman

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