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This podcast series is brought to you by me, Hedley Thomas and the Australian. Oh, When we moved to Lennox head I was even more lonely. The house that was built became

John's castle and my prison. Bromman Winfield wrote these words shortly before she disappeared one Sunday night in May 1993.

She had been to see her GP a couple of days earlier and was in good physical health apart

from having strained her hand.

She was of sound mind and had no known mental illness.

A brief period of post-Natal depression

after the birth five years earlier of her second daughter

was well behind Bromlin. Where do you want to go?

Today, 31 years since the sudden disappearance of a mother of two little girls,

I'm driving on a winding road south of Byron Bay to the house that Bromwood had called her prison.

Past former dairy and sugar cane farms subdivided for residential housing estates and the Great Australian Family Dream,

a three or four bedroom, two bathroom brick and tile close to the beach.

Getting directions to Sandstone Crescent, Lennox Head.

The Pacific Ocean is tantalizingly close. You can hear it, smell it.

Its saltiness lingers on an easterly zephyr of a breeze.

In luxury homes with views over smoothly curving coastline, binoculars are at the ready

for the first sightings of humpback Wales on their annual migratory journey from Antarctica.

They perform in the warm waters of an aquatic backyard off the most easterly part of

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