A year ago at this time, Jimbo Stokes was working in Sydney as a management consultant. Pandemic restrictions meant he was working from home, and he had a lot of time alone. He was sharing a house with sister, Hester, a doctor who was working overseas.
It was during that period of uncertainty, the calm we all endured, when time stood still, that Stokes wrote his song, Atlas, a stirring tribute to his mother, Bronwyn Stokes.
