DISPERSED AMONG LENGTHY discussions of cycling, which must have been their shared passion, a teenage Charles Harlock was given some erratic career advice by an amiable relative in Sydney called Thomas Love in 1903:

You say you are going to leave school soon. What are you going to do for your living then? Are you going to learn the art of catching rabbits or electrical engineering, or typewriting or photography? Whatever you do, don’t learn to be a shoemaker because it’s a poor trade.