Sir Peter & Lady Cosgrove: A Love Story For The Ages

He’s the working-class lad who became a military hero and Governor-General. But Sir Peter Cosgrove couldn’t have done it without his Lynne. The soulmates talk to Juliet Rieden about love, family and a royal picnic.

- Juliet Rieden

It’s 1976, Peter Cosgrove is scrabbling in his pocket for 20 cent pieces and starting to sweat. He’s in a public telephone box outside the officer’s mess, making the most important phone call of his life, and he’s running out of coins. “I had notes but you can’t shove notes in the phone,” he says with a gentle smile. “I didn’t want to ring off and then come back on, so I said to the exchange lady ‘I’ve just proposed to my girlfriend and she said yes and we’re just continuing to chat but I’ve no more coins’. The operator chirped, ‘Ah, that’s all right, darling, you just keep going’.”

This is typical Sir Peter, a lesson in how to overcome obstacles using straight-talking candour and larrikin charm. On the other end of the line, his wife-to-be, Lynne Payne, was expecting if not the call, then certainly the proposal. The couple had been dating throughout 1975 and both were ready for the next step. At the time, Peter was working at the Army’s Infantry Centre at Singleton in NSW’s Hunter Valley. His job, training new company commanders, was important and an honour, but he says “the only drawback was that Lynne was working and living in Sydney”.

They pursued “a highway romance”, hitting the road to snatch as much time together as possible. Then, just before Christmas, Peter went overseas for work and on the way back, stopped off in Hong Kong, where he bought a diamond. “I think I’d sort of been sending thought waves,” says Lynne laughing, who confesses she may have planted the seed. Only Peter’s homecoming gift was “two beautiful Hermès scarves for me” but no ring, Lynne adds. She rationalised. February was her 28th birthday, perhaps that would be the day.