Following a promising career in show industry, Rachel Ward appeared to vanish from the public eye.
Rather than pursuing celebrity, she concentrated on her 39-year marriage to Bryan Brown and their expanding family.
She is devoted to her two grandkids, who she now has.
About the same time that Rachel Ward met Bryan Brown, she was listed as one of the ten most beautiful women in the world. She was a rising star who had been nominated for a Golden Globe and appeared on the cover of UK Vogue.
Richard Chamberlain, her co-star in “The Thorn Birds,” was enamored with the stunning actress. Speaking about their time together on set, he remarked that because of his stunning co-star, all the love scenes were a pleasure to perform. She was in love with someone else, though, even as he was falling for her.
At one point, Chamberlain disclosed that Ward was falling in love with Brown at the time, indicating that she was a romantic, but regrettably not for him. Despite this, Chamberlain claimed that Ward’s enthusiasm was infectious, primarily due to the fact that they portrayed a couple in love.
He went so far as to say that it was easy to accept that Ward was in love with him and no one else. “I assumed I was the one! It was amazing. God, he used to think, ‘She’s really into me.
According to Ward, there was a strong attraction between her and Brown. “His pecs were nice.” It is, after all, quite chemical, don’t you think? She talked about what made her fall in love at first, saying, “It’s pretty basic.” In all honesty, there was no other way to explain her feelings—she simply liked him.
Brown, meanwhile, immediately concluded that Ward was “not a bad sort.” He was attracted to her right away, but it took him a while to express his interest in her. For Ward, however, this was no big thing because, according to Brown, it was a challenge she was eager to take on until he eventually changed.
It was obvious once Ward made up his mind about him: the 35-year-old ladies’ man, who was, to be honest, just a man averse to commitment, was done playing games. It was now time for him to be married, if not to the stunning Rachel Ward.
Despite coming from a shattered home, Brown never thought he would get married, but in nine months, he and Ward were married. Before Ward entered his life, he used to assure his mother that he would never get married.
Ward and Brown were married under different circumstances, despite the fact that many people decide to get married after discovering they have everything they could possibly need and want in a spouse. Brown was filming a project with Paul McCartney in London at the time. When Ward arrived, they got into a heated dispute.
Brown said, “I just thought we may as well get married if we’re going to argue like that.” In Oxfordshire, the home of Ward’s boyhood, they were married that year. After a while, they made Sydney their home, raising Rose, Matilda, and James, their three children.
Selecting an Alternative Course
Ward was the star of numerous songs prior to “The Thorn Birds.” Although her 1983 mini-TV series with Chamberlain was well-received, she eventually gave up acting due to scathing criticism of her performance. Speaking on her personal experience, she acknowledged:
“I took being slaughtered very seriously. After that, I never really regained my confidence.
Ward’s career was impacted by “The Thorn Birds,” but in the end, it helped her find the love of her life. As they waited for a take one day, Brown instructed Ward to raise her hand. When he saw three lines in her hand during his palm reading, he concluded that she would give birth to three children. They had no idea that they would end up having three children together.
Ward kept acting, but not very often. She made the decision to put her family first and relocated to her husband’s home country of Australia.
In response to a question concerning advice on preserving marriage, Brown says that one should “say yes to your wife all the time, and if anything goes wrong, say ‘it’s my fault.’” Men would be happier if they knew that.
Together, the charming couple had three children who all follow in their footsteps: The most well-known roles for their 1987-born daughter Matilda are in the television series “Lessons from the Grave,” “How God Works,” and “Let’s Talk About.” Their daughter Rosie is well-known for “Black Mirror,” “Inside No. 9,” and “Gangs of London,” while their only son Joe is well-known for “Let’s Talk About” and “Rake.”
Brown acted in the family-friendly film “Palm Beach,” directed by Ward, with his daughter Matilda. The family completed the project collectively.
When Matilda, Ward and Brown’s daughter, gave birth to Zan Neathway Gooding, her first boy, in 2019, the couple became grandparents for the first time. Brown remained by her daughter’s side, eager to eventually hold his grandson in his arms.
The actor did not sure how to react to being referred to as “grandfather,” even if he was a devoted grandfather, since it seemed to reveal his age. But whether he liked it or not, he had to admit that he would always be referred to as “grandpa.”
At first, Brown was concerned about becoming a grandfather because a lot of people were assuming he would adore it. When his grandchild arrived, he quickly became attached to the young boy and wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. He had wanted to work through that portion on his own.
Following the birth of her son, Matilda married Scott Gooding, formally becoming his adolescent son’s stepmother. They had originally planned to wed on Brown and Ward’s land in New South Wales, but they had to postpone their wedding due to the fear of a wildfire.
The family was forced to evacuate after the bushfires threatened to destroy their house. Although they would have preferred to wed at home like her parents did, Matilda decided to get married in Sydney to make sure everyone was safe.
Gooding’s kid was very involved in the wedding. With a broad smile on his face, he stood behind his father during the ceremony. According to the renowned chef, the wedding was “possibly the best moment” of his life, therefore it was the perfect unforgettable occasion.
Matilda is a happy mother of two now that he has had her younger siblings taken care of. Gooding posted a cute picture of his son strolling and pulling the pram of his younger siblings.
Similar to how Ward and Brown remain involved in their children’s life, they also make an effort to spend as much time as they can with their grandchildren. The devoted grandparents post glimpses of their grandparenting on Instagram, where they participate in a variety of activities.
Ward is seen gardening with her oldest grandson Zan in one cute video. In their herb garden, they can be seen sprinkling sugar cane mulch. Gooding boasts that his mother-in-law is “nurturing” her grandkids in the same manner that she strives to take care of the surroundings.
Zan spends time with their farm’s horses when he and his grandmother, whom he refers to as “mopie,” aren’t in the garden. They also spent a Christmas at the family farm, where the devoted grandma raised her first grandchild by exposing him to the animals at a young age to help him become accustomed to them.
Anouk, her second grandchild, arrived, and Ward made sure to spend equal time with him. One day, Gooding took pictures of Ward walking with her daughter Matilda and her second grandson, capturing the precious moment.
When their daughter Rosie became engaged to her fiance Andrew Cameron in 2020, their family grew even more. The start of a stunning partnership was marked by their Instagram engagement announcement.
After a span of two years, Rosie and Andrew joyfully relocated to a stunning new residence in New South Wales. Surrounded by a forest, waterfalls, and an abundance of avocado trees, the property has a modest house.
All of their neighbors stopped by to give the gorgeous couple a warm welcome when they arrived in the neighborhood. They declare they intend to stay awhile and claim to have everything they could possibly need in the town.
Cameron is an Australian regenerative farmer who shares Ward’s enthusiasm for the practice. He was a perfect fit for the rest of the Brown family, which made it simple for everyone to get along and share interests.
Ward and Brown have raised their family admirably throughout it all. Despite the fact that their children have grown, they maintain a close relationship and try to spend as much time as possible with their in-laws. The Browns, Goodings, and Camerons were a joyful family celebrating Christmas together in 2021.
Ward claims that at that point in her life, she most likely would have been married to a third husband if she had married an American and moved to Hollywood.
Ward and Brown are enjoying a successful marriage and their children are all grown up and independent. Ward acknowledges that she thinks there’s more to life than her marriage and her family life, even after 39 years of marriage and counting. Says she:
“While my family and marriage are very important to me, they are also not the end all be all.” I want to pursue a profession in acting because I adore it.
Ward has all the connections necessary to maintain her presence in Hollywood, even if she has spent the years living in Australia. As a matter of fact, she has been making the trip to Hollywood on demand for years.
Ward claims that even though it could have been more practical for her to live in America for her career, she most likely would have been married to her third husband by then if she had married an American and moved to Hollywood.
Rather, she is in a committed relationship with the passion of her life and has complete control over her house and family. When she’s not working on a project, the actress frequently shares with her kids what she does with pride.
One day, while painting her house over several days, her daughter Rosie captured her elevating a glass and the ladder she needed to do the job. Instagram users agreed with the happy daughter’s goal of showcasing what an amazing mother Ward was.
Ward shares more on her Instagram than only her abilities and priceless family moments—her sense of humor. She corrected misinformation regarding her activities during the COVID-19 pandemic.
She reported the following facts: (1) she hadn’t visited the US in more than five years; (2) she didn’t have a personal trainer; (3) she had spent the previous ten days at the mid-north coast; and (5) she lacked COVID-19. “Take a swing at another witch,” she concluded her amusing message.
Ward works on her farm while Brown is filming “Darby and Joan” on television. Together with other things, they are the owners of The Good Farm Shop, which offers ready-made, organic meals.
A Father’s Weekend Camping Trip Becomes a Nightmare When His Son Disappears into the Dark Woods
Daniel hoped a weekend in the woods would help mend his strained relationship with his son, Caleb. But after a heated argument, Caleb storms off — and doesn’t return. As night falls, Daniel searches the dark forest, only to find footsteps that stop without a trace…
I hadn’t seen my son Caleb in over a month. Too long. But he and Megan lived in a different city now, way on the other side of the state.
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Each mile I drove toward my ex-wife’s house felt like another reminder of how far we’d drifted apart.
Years ago, weekend trips meant excited chatter and over-packed bags filled with his favorite action figure, too many snacks, and a flashlight he’d barely use.
Now, the silence stretched between us like a living thing.
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The neighborhoods leading to Megan’s new place felt foreign, full of cookie-cutter houses, picket fences, and neat lawns. A far cry from our old place.
When I pulled into her driveway, my stomach knotted at the sight of Evan’s car. Of course, he was there. His sensible hybrid sat next to Megan’s SUV like it belonged there. Maybe it did now.
Megan answered the door, her expression carefully neutral. “Hi, Daniel. Caleb will be right down.”
My chest tightened at the sight of her. “Sure. Uh… how are you doing?”
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Megan chewed her lower lip as though weighing her answer. Then Evan stepped into view, wiping flour from his hands with a dish towel.
“Hey! You must be Daniel. Nice to meet you. You want a cookie? The first batch just came out of the oven.”
He wasn’t particularly handsome or intimidating, just steady-looking. The kind of guy who remembered to buy milk and, apparently, baked cookies on a Saturday afternoon.
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He extended his hand, and I hesitated before shaking it. He was so friendly, but I resented him anyway.
“Oh, I’m sure Daniel wants to get going as soon as possible,” Megan cut in. She stepped away from the door, away from me, and called Caleb’s name.
When Caleb appeared, he was taller than I remembered. His shoulders were stiff, his expression guarded.
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“Hey, Dad,” he mumbled, with no warmth in his voice.
Megan handed me his already-packed bag like she’d been counting the minutes until I’d leave.
“There’s extra socks in the side pocket,” she said. “And his allergy medicine, just in case.”
As if I didn’t remember my own son’s allergies.
“Thanks.” I took the bag. “I guess we’ll head out then.”
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Megan pulled Caleb into a hug and we headed to the car. As we drove away, I caught sight of Evan standing behind Megan in the rearview mirror, his hand resting on her lower back.
My jaw tightened. Part of me still couldn’t believe she’d moved on. Sure, the divorce was finalized months ago, and she’d moved Caleb across state chasing a job opportunity soon afterward, but… it felt like it had happened too fast.
I couldn’t help thinking we might’ve been able to fix things and be a family again if she could just sit still for five minutes with me.
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The drive to the campsite was excruciating. Every attempt at conversation hit a wall.
“How’s school?”
“Fine.”
“And soccer?”
“Fine.”
“Your friends?”
“Fine.”
I watched him from the corner of my eye, this stranger wearing my son’s face. He’d grown so much in the past year. His jawline was sharper, losing its boyish softness. He had my nose, Megan’s eyes. When had he started looking so old?
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“Okay then. Good to know everything’s fine.” I tried to keep my voice casual. “How’s, uh, things with Evan?”
Caleb tensed beside me. “He’s okay. He helps me with math.”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my tone even. “That’s good.”
He glanced at me like he could read every thought crossing my mind. “He’s not that bad.”
I forced a chuckle. “That’s a glowing review.”
“At least he’s there,” Caleb muttered, so quiet I almost missed it.
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“You know I’m doing my best, bud. The distance, work… it would help if you spent more than a few minutes on the phone when I call, or answered my texts.”
He rolled his eyes at me and put in his earbuds. Conversation over. My fingers clenched on the steering wheel and I kept driving.
The road had turned to dirt miles ago, winding deeper into the forest, where the trees pressed closer with each mile. The air grew thick with the scent of earth and moss — it smelled ancient, like a place time forgot.
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Shadows lengthened across the dashboard as the sun dipped lower. I pulled over near an overgrown path I’d scouted online. No fire rings. No facilities. Just raw wilderness.
“This is it?” Caleb asked, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“This is it. Real camping, like we used to do. You know, they say this is one of the oldest parts of the world?”
Caleb grunted. “We used to camp in state parks. With bathrooms.”
I ignored the jab and started unloading the car. The tent was new. I’d splurged on it for this trip. The old Coleman had gone to Megan in the divorce, along with most of our camping gear. Along with almost everything else.
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While I set up camp, Caleb kicked at rocks with zero interest. The tent poles clicked together with satisfying snaps, muscle memory taking over despite the years since I’d last done this. I tried bringing up old family camping trips, hoping to spark some nostalgia.
“Remember that time we saw those baby raccoons? Must’ve been four, maybe five years ago?”
Caleb shrugged. “Sort of.”
“Your mom was so worried they’d get into the cooler, but you wanted to leave them hot dogs.”
“Yeah.”
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“You ever camp around here with your mom?” I hesitated. “With Evan?”
He shrugged again. “Nah. Some kids at school said people go missing out here, though. Like, forever missing.”
I chuckled. “Let me guess, Bigfoot snatches them?”
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “More like things that sound like people, but aren’t.” Then he waved it off. “I dunno. They’re just messing around.”
“Sounds about right. So, are you going to help me with this?”
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Caleb sighed and sulkily proceeded to be as ineffectually helpful as a 13-year-old could be. Eventually, the tent stood ready, a blue dome against the darkening sky.
“Here.” I tossed the sleeping bags at him. Instead of catching them, they hit him in the chest, one after the other.
“What the hell, Dad?” Caleb snapped.
“Hey, language!” I admonished him. “Lay out our sleeping bags and I’ll get the fire going.”
Caleb sniffed and muttered something that made me see red.
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“…don’t care about me, just dragged me into the forest to boss me around.”
“What did you say?” I spun round to face him. “I brought you here so we could spend time together. Why are you acting like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” he mumbled.
“You could try,” I snapped back. “I’m your dad—”
He scoffed. “Yeah. When it’s convenient.”
That landed like a punch to the gut.
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“You weren’t even around much before the divorce!” His voice rose. “You always had something more important to do. Now, suddenly, I matter?”
“That’s not fair,” I stammered. “I was working to provide—”
“Provide what? You weren’t there! Not for my games, not for school stuff, not for anything!” He kicked at the tent pole, making the whole structure shudder. “And now you buy some fancy tent and expect everything to be fine?”
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He shook his head, eyes bright with anger and hurt. “I don’t even know where I fit anymore. Mom has her new life with Evan. You have… whatever this is. Where am I supposed to be?”
Before I could respond, he turned and stormed into the trees.
I told myself to let him cool off. He’d come back. But as the sun dipped lower and shadows stretched longer, doubt crept in.
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The fire’s glow only reached so far. Beyond it, the woods stood in layers of black, the trees barely more than shadows against deeper dark. The silence felt wrong, like the forest was listening. Waiting.
“Caleb?” I stood at the edge of the woods, calling into the shadows. “Caleb!”
A beat of silence. Then my voice called back. “Caleb…”
I froze. Just an echo, I told myself. But it didn’t sound quite right. The inflection was wrong, like someone trying to mimic speech without understanding what the words meant.
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I grabbed my flashlight and headed into the trees. The beam caught fragments of the forest: moss-covered trunks, tangles of ferns, the occasional flash of eyes low to the ground — probably just raccoons or deer.
I followed Caleb’s footprints until they abruptly stopped. No signs of turning back. No signs of where he went. I called for him again but heard only the weird echo of my voice.
The trees were old here, their branches weaving so tightly overhead that they swallowed the sky. The air felt heavy, pressing in from all sides.
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No wind stirred the leaves. No birds called. Just the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of shifting wood.
Up ahead, a shape stood between the trees. Too tall. Unmoving.
My heart hammered. “Caleb?”
“Caleb,” my echo repeated. “Caleb?”
The flashlight flickered. The shape remained still, watching as I drew closer.
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It was just a twisted tree. Relief flooded me, but unease lingered.
Then I heard Caleb’s voice calling, and I ran toward it without thinking.
I nearly stepped right into the gully. It yawned open just past the tree line, a steep drop masked by fallen leaves and ferns.
My flashlight beam caught Caleb at the bottom, half-covered in dirt. His face was pale, eyes too wide.
“Dad, help!”
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I slid down without hesitation. The earth gave beneath my boots, sending me skidding. I landed hard, hands scraping against damp rock.
“Are you hurt?”
He shook his head, but his gaze flicked to the darkness beyond. “I’m okay, Dad, but… I don’t think we’re alone down here.“
My pulse spiked. “What do you mean?”
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“Something chased me in the woods. I heard… I heard you calling me, but it wasn’t you. All those stories the kids told me at school… I think they’re true.”
“Calm down. I was calling you. The echoes here are just… weird.”
The gully was deeper than I’d first thought. The walls stretched high, the trees above forming a jagged black crown against the night sky. Something moved nearby. I swung my flashlight around, and the beam landed on a shape a few yards away.
Caleb let out a shaky laugh.
“It’s just a deer.”
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The deer took a slow step forward, its legs moving in a way that didn’t quite look right. Each joint bent like a puppet being manipulated by inexpert hands.
“Dad…” Caleb frowned. “Look at how it’s moving. Maybe it’s injured?”
I lifted the flashlight slightly. The deer’s eyes did not reflect the light normally. Instead, they seemed to draw it in and devour it. An icy chill ran down my spine and my chest squeezed tight.
I kept my voice steady. “Come on. If it’s hurt, we shouldn’t be near it. Could have rabies. We need to get out of here.”
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He hesitated, then nodded.
We scrambled out of the gully. Neither of us looked back. The sound that followed us wasn’t hooves on leaves: it was the wet slap of something soft dragging itself across the ground.
We both broke into a run. The sound grew louder, faster, tearing through the underbrush behind us as we ran.
The campfire’s glow grew closer through the trees, but just as we glimpsed the site, Caleb yelled, “Dad!”
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I turned back. He was gripping his ankle and grimacing, and that sickly sound was drawing closer.
I threw Caleb over my shoulder and sprinted for the fire. I didn’t know what was dragging itself through the forest after us, but I felt certain that if I found out, it would be the last thing I did in this life.
We collapsed by the fire. I grabbed one of the logs I’d gathered and spun to face the trees, wielding it like a weapon.
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There was nothing there. Even the sound had stopped. I stood there a few more minutes, just to be certain it was safe, and then I put the log on the fire and crouched down beside Caleb.
Caleb had pulled his knees to his chest. He looked younger suddenly. Smaller. I started tending to his ankle, and neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally, he muttered, “I didn’t mean what I said before.”
I shook my head as I rifled through the first aid kit. “Yeah, you did. And you were right.”
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He sighed. “I just don’t know where I fit anymore. Everything’s different.”
My throat tightened. I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. “You fit here. With me. Even when things are messed up. Even when I mess up.”
He looked at me, doubtful. “Even if we don’t see each other much?”
“Even then. Look, I know I haven’t been… I haven’t been the dad you deserve. But I want to do better. I want to be here. Please, just… let me.”
A small, quiet understanding passed between us. He leaned slightly against my side and we stared into the campfire.
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“That thing in the woods,” he said after a while. “What do you think it was?”
“I… don’t know. A deer, a sick deer. But it looks like we’re safe here by the fire.”
We climbed into the tent soon afterward. Caleb drifted off first. I watched him sleep, feeling closer to my son than I had in a long time.
His features were softer in sleep, younger. I saw traces of the little boy who used to crawl into my lap during thunderstorms, who believed his dad could fix anything.
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Maybe things weren’t perfect, but this was a start. Tomorrow we’d head home, back to our complicated lives and shared custody schedules, but something had shifted tonight, some small repair in the fraying bonds between father and son.
Somewhere in the darkness beyond our fire, a deer barked.
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