Tuesday, 16 August 2011



Daniel Morcombe has always featured in our lives as the boy who disappeared. For those readers unfamiliar with the story, Daniel was 13 when he disappeared from a bus stop. Gone. That was 8 years ago although it seems much longer. My children were 3 and 5 at the time and it struck fear into every parent's heart. Daniel was one of a twin.

Daniel has always been part of my family discussions about stranger-danger.  My children were convinced a stranger was someone who wore black and looked bad. If only it was so easy. There is a fine line between teaching awareness and simply frightening them silly. Now they seem to be focused on the thought that bad people drive white vans. Master T is very wary of white vans at the moment. I try to focus on that 'feeling' that something is not right. The feeling they get in their stomachs. I still worry when they are out of my sight.

They have someone in custody charged with Daniel's murder. I hope it is the right fellow a-n-d I desperately hope they can find Daniel and re-unite him with his family to rest at last. It is the right thing to do after all this time.

Ciao for now...



  1. Beautifully expressed Martha.
    Your image is the most poignant and apt that I've seen to match this sad story.

    xx Felicity

  2. Wonderful - my post for Daniel is far less eloquent. Methinks we should link these posts and maybe make a blog hop to help the process?


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