After moving from the UK in 7th form, Helensburgh soon became home. It was still very much a mining town back then, coal dust never too far away, and life a bit simpler. I managed to make mates quickly, and weekends were spent on bikes, in the bush, or wandering the tunnels doing what we probably shouldn’t have. Everyone knew everyone, and it was called Hunt’s Milk Bar if my old mind remembers correctly the spot we’d head to after stepping off the train from high school, a few coins in the pocket, a bag of lollies in hand. This cache is placed to remember those days and share a little piece of the ’Burgh’s story with you