Mr Forsyth was a librarian and history teacher at BSHS when I went there. I only encountered him a handful of times at school, but he was always lovely and approachable. This would have been especially hard, given I was probably one of many ratbag students he had to deal with each day.

His wife and him had found themselves as empty nesters, keen to move to a quieter part of the world. They commissioned this drawing of their house before moving to Maleny. It’s a great view, peeking beyond the front fence.