Bryce Courtenay’s final Master Class was a dream come true. I felt over the moon to take part in the guru’s course.
A chance meeting with Bryce allowed me to discover he held writing classes. I never knew Bryce did this. I had already written one novel and I was keen to learn more. Who better to teach me?
Being a master storyteller who had written twenty-one books, the content covered in his course and skills he taught were priceless. The time past by so quickly but the memories will never be forgotten.
As the final day arrived I felt overwhelmed by emotions, knowing this was his final class. Bryce had one last request. Surprised and unsure I wondered what this would be.
To my amazement, Bryce gave me the gift of a small sunflower seedling. He entrusted me to grow and care for this plant.
Bryce loved sunflowers and every year he grew these plants. He wanted this tradition to continue.
I have kept my promise.