I have always believed good food cooked with love is part of all that is best in life, all that is caring. Special recipe included.

When was the last time you wrote a letter? Or better still when was the last time you received a letter of note and how did it make you feel?

Peter Bilsborough, Tracey’s Uncle, loved the ocean. He had surfed nearly every day for 42 years until Easter Sunday 2010 when the ocean he so loved left him a quadriplegic.

I sat where Keats penned his poetic works. Stopped to listen to heavenly voices soar under the ancient domes of Rome.

“We travel not to escape life, but for life to not escape us.”
~ unknown

Whilst Pete, lay in his ICU hospital bed for over 4 months connected to the only thing keeping him alive, a ventilator we had plenty of time to chat during my daily visits. Among them were three hefty promises made to my dying uncle.

Following on from my first books release in 2012, ‘The Will to Live, The Courage to Die’, in May 2013 I teamed up with my local Rotary Club to put on a spectacular night in aid of raising funds for the purchase of new high-tech chin-controlled wheelchairs for Sydney's Royal North Shore Hospital.

Pro Hart Original Oil Painting ‘Landscape 1967’ 61cm x 61cm by Ken Charles (Pro) Hart, value: $24,000.

I was deeply touched by spinal cord injury when my late uncle Pete became a ventilated quadriplegic through a surfing accident in 2010.

As far back as I can remember I have collected old, fine, and rare books, referred to as Antiquarian Books - an interest handed down by my late father and his love of old tomes. But it’s only in the last decade I’ve become increasingly interested in 15th-16th century books covered in a type of skin known as Vellum.

The hustle and bustle of everyday worries seems a million miles away as I step down from my private bungalow and immerse myself into crystal clear water.