Attached are reminiscences of Les Hyland, written by a lifelong friend, Adele Hallows.
Forwarded by Linda Venn
MEMORIES! I first met Leslie through canoeing followed by some years of canoeing, hiking, sightseeing around Ireland with friends, notably June Howard.
Leslie worked in a travel agency and liked nothing better than someone coming in with a challenging itinerary to places a lot of people had never heard of. Because of the Irish climate most people just wanted to head for the Mediterranean sun. We went on skiing holidays to Scotland and Norway but of course there was also a fair amount of time devoted to railway interests. I remember being on a steam train in Scotland and Leslie chasing it in his Morris Minor careening around the narrow roads. Memories of going to Irish Railway Records Society Christmas dinners and being the only female …
But then our good friends, the Stronachs, Jean and Peter with teenagers Steve and Ken emigrated to Australia and in time glowing reports would come from the land Down Under. Let’s emigrate to Australia! And so in 1974 we set off on the SS Australis and, the Suez Canal being closed at the time, sailed for five weeks via the Canaries, Cape Town, Freemantle, Melbourne and disembarking in Sydney. Coming up on deck and seeing the Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge was like walking into a movie set. Train to Townsville and off by ferry to Magnetic Island and a big welcome from the Stronachs. I remember the next day the boys driving us around the island and telling us all the things that could kill you in Australia! All our friends in Ireland were envious of us living on a tropical island and commuting to work by ferry, Leslie to Townsville Tour Coaches and me to Arthur James, Accountant. We eventually moved to the mainland. I always remember Leslie’s comments after being away on one of the TTC tours “the youngsters play up all night and sleep all day; the oldies play up all night AND all day!”
A trip to India in 1975 travelling with my schoolfriend Ruth who was working in India at the time. Much to Leslie’s delight she had managed to procure a copy of the All India Timetable but which sadly was stolen later in the trip. We travelled from the Himalayas (toy train to Darjeeling etc) to Ooty in the south. On return from India I headed south to Melbourne and, the best thing that could have happened, Leslie met his soulmate Lynn, in the Townsville Bushwalkers and the rest is history.
I had many happy holidays with them over the years and one time June was visiting and up in Paluma pointed out a house that was for sale – hence Barr na Coille came into being. Les and Lynn had such happy and fulfilling lives together that my heart now goes out to Lynn having to carry on alone but I know she will have great support from family and friends. They fitted in a lot of travel over the years and did many good works with the Lions.
The world is a better place because of them. Their friendship knew no bounds and they were always in the thick of things giving their support. In Paluma they will not be forgotten as they have a walking trail named after them. People have written such lovely condolences I always think its a shame that the person in question cannot read them! Sadly that Irish accent will no longer be heard …
Adele Hallows

