In 1970, a family of four travelled to Western Australia. Dad was to run a cement factory, aiming to save up enough money to go back to England and buy a leasehold on a small farm. Instead, he stayed in WA and bred racehorses out there. Small to start with, then moving up to the big time. An uneducated young lad who started out working as a shepherd, and became a major figure in the history of West Australian horse racing, chairmen of a raceclub, breeder of champion racehorses, trainer of champions and advisor to the state government. This blog isn't going to be a diary of day to day happenings or opinions, it's going to be snippets from the childhood of one of that man's sons, me, Alastair Dent. Snippets from a childhood that was flies, horses and heat.