I was born in 1847 in Larbert, Scotland, a little town halfway between Glasgow and Edinburgh. When I was 4, my dad was transported to Australia. My mum told me that we might never see him again. However, now I am 12 and we have arrived to live with dad, in a small place called Greenough, Western Australia – 245 miles north of Perth.
I don’t know if I’m going to like it here. Greenough is so hot – I have never felt such heat. I am told as it is April, it is Autumn and is cooler than it has been. It is upside down in Australia. Back home it is Spring, my favourite season as the snow melts, flowers bloom, saying Summer will soon be here. This means Christmas here is in summer – how crazy is that?
The landscape here is so barren, dusty, and flat as the eye can see. In Larbert the grass is so green but here there soil is a deep red and what little grass there is is brown. I am told the wet season is about to start and that it will again become green.
As Larbert is in the middle of Scotland there is no ocean nearby. I had never seen the ocean prior to coming on this trip. Now I live on the ocean! I am so excited to be able to play in the water and on the beach. I might head down there now to cool down in this heat.
George Brand was my third great-grandfather and was transported to Western Australia in 1852 for theft. I wrote this story from the perspective of his young son George Brand, my great great uncle, who would have marvelled at this new world they had arrived in.