This should have been posted a while ago but there have been other pressing issues such as finding the finances to make this documentary.
Filming started about a month ago, when I flew over to Canberra while the girls were in Camp at the Australian Institute of Sport. It was a great weekend and the standard of football played, as you would expect from the cream in the country, was outstanding. Trust me their games amongst themselves put some of the A League games this season to shame, with the ability to keep possession very impressive.
Four days of filming in Canberra including an interview with Lydia’s mum who is a remarkable lady and who we could have talked to for hours. She is a great story teller, maybe why she married Ron.
Then it was off to Sydney where Kyah’s family generously let us into their home. Her parents are divorced but we met her father, Gordon, and heard how determined he was to give his children the best life possible.
Her mum Pam, brothers Aaron and Wes and sister Sarah were all very accommodating and gave us some great footage.
Last weekend Camera 2 and I headed down to Katanning – about 3 hours drive South of Perth – as this is where Lydia was born. Neither of us had ever been there before and we were made very welcome at the Katanning Hotel. The Tourist Bureau was closed which was a bit of a hindrance as we needed to find Marribank, the former Aboriginal Community that Lydia grew up in at the start of her life.
Luckily as we asked in the newsagent, the farmer whose property banked onto the property was buying a paper and he gave us instructions, which without we would probably have never found it.
It was eerie when we came upon Marribank, as soon as we arrived to this abandoned little enclave of houses; something drew me to one in particular. We stopped the car, and filmed this one particular house. Having subsequently spoken to Lydia’s mum, Diana I have discovered that this was the house that they lived in. Maybe she described it so well in her book that I was drawn to it, but it was uncanny that we would drive straight to that one house.
It was so peaceful at Marribank and one could imagine it buzzing with lots of little children and being a happy community to have grown up and lived in. The story of its demise is best described in Diana’s book rather than here. But it was a truly wonderful place to have visited.
We still hope to get to Kalgoorlie before we leave for Germany, but it may have to wait until we get back, as time is rushing by, but whatever happens we will continue to get as much footage as we possibly can to aid us in telling this amazing story of two outstanding young women.