"If you love someone set them free. If they come back they are yours forever; If they don't they never were."
By Ellie Featherston
On September 19th 1992, two individuals unknowingly embarked on a whirlwind love story, that would still be going strong 25 years later.
Clare Murray was the flame haired 26-year-old on holidays from the UK, and Anthony Featherston was the Aussie with tails just on a usual night out with his brother and sisters. The setting for this love story? A Bachelor and Spinsters ball at the Sheepsback in the Melbourne CBD, an Australian mating ritual, where eligible boys and girls dressed up and consumed their fair share of local brews.
Not knowing many people, a mutual friend of Clare’s sister (who already lived in Melbourne) invited her out on the town with a big group from Williamstown. Nervous and unsure, she reluctantly accepted the invite and met this new group of friends, that included two sisters: Jacqui and Jenny Featherston. The sisters’ house in Electra St Williamstown was always the place to go before their crew would hit the town. Unbeknownst to Clare, this would certainly not be the last time she stepped foot in this house.
“At our house in Electra St, it wasn’t unusual to have a house full of different girls, because having my two sisters who weren’t much older (than me) they always had lots of friends coming over and popping in. A lot of people would find that unusual, but we didn’t,” Anthony explained.
Luckily for Anthony, amongst those girls that night would be his future wife.
After a great night at the B+S ball, the next day he called her, and they organised their first date.
“I met Clare in the city, and we went to have a feed, I was starving as I normally am, and Clare’s going ‘oh I’ll be right, I don’t want anything to eat’, and I’m standing there like mate I could eat a leg off a chair,” he said.
Other than a clear disparity in their eating habits, the pair hit it off and began dating. Unfortunately, Clare had only gained entry to Australia on a temporary working visa, that would expire in July 1993.
In the December of 1993, Anthony said hello to his first white Christmas and met Clare in London.
“I didn’t actually plan to propose that day, but we ended up going to Buckingham Palace, and we ended up on a bench in St James Park.
“Clare was sitting there and I said ‘would you like to be my wife?’, and she said ‘I don’t know’, and I’m sitting there thinking ‘ok not the response I expected’.
“Then I looked and she’s sitting there laughing and said ‘well you haven’t asked me properly yet!’, so I got down on one knee and said ‘will you marry me?’, and she said ‘of course’,” Anthony tearfully recounted.
Prior to the engagement, Clare had already started the lengthy and expensive process of immigrating to Australia. A few months after the engagement and Anthony going home, Clare got some devastating news.
“When I put my application in, I was trying to emigrate on my own merit of being a nurse, and as the date for my outcome was getting closer and closer we were both getting very excited.
“We were so excited that we could finally plan the wedding, and be together.
“Then I get this letter, rejecting my application.
“I could not believe it, I was absolutely gutted,” exclaimed Clare.
The couple had already set a date for the wedding in January 1995, and quickly began scrambling to try and revert the rejection. Clare pleaded with her case manager.
“I’m a nurse, I’m more than qualified, and I’m getting married!” she said.
Her case manager sorted through all her paperwork again, and realised that right at the bottom of the last page of Clare’s original application, she had mentioned she was ‘dating an Australian’. Luckily for the couple, her manager was able to change the code on her original application, to allow Clare to come to Australia on spousal sponsorship without waiting the minimum wait time again.
“Within a few weeks my application was approved!”
“However, we had to go to the consulate and ‘show proof of our relationship’, which was a little bit of an insult.
“Even though we had nothing to hide and were very genuine, we weren’t scared, it was just disappointing that we felt like we had to prove something that was so real.
“We were just a bit bitter about that,” Clare said.