Synopsis
"I never met my Uncle Bluey and my family never talked about him. He left us thirty years ago and we had to travel a thousand miles to find him again."
In December 2005 Britt Arthur heard the news that her Uncle Robert was dead. No-one in the Arthur family had spoken about Robert in the preceding 30 years. He was the black sheep of the family, he would argue, he owed everyone money and before he left he actually pulled a gun on Britt’s dad.
At least that is what Britt had heard…
When it came to Robert, Britt hardly knew what to believe. She was too young to remember him being around. But as she grew older, an interest in discovering her long lost uncle became clear. She wanted to know who he was, and where to find him.
The unfortunate phone call just before Christmas had ended the chance for Britt to bring her uncle back to the family. And the silence about Uncle Robert remained, even in the time of his death.
Britt’s father would be the only member of the Arthur family to make the 1000-mile journey to Robert’s funeral, except, of course, for Britt who took her camera along for the ride.
My Uncle Bluey is a personal story about the things that tear families apart, what brings them back together, and how your family is always your family. Always.
