Peter Fitzsimon’s account of growing up on the rural outskirts of Sydney in the 1960s is first and foremost a tribute to family. It’s also a salute to times and generations past, when praise was understated and love unstinting; work was hard and values were clear; when people stood by each other in adversity. Days were for doing. Here is a childhood full of mischief, camaraderie, eccentric characters, drama, love, loss and billy-carts.