Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
Great photos.BIG fish. I've got a few caracasses in the fridge which will become fish stock today.Tailor and flathead). sadly my mate caught them at his favourite spot on the gold Coast (off the beach) the day after he and I cought nothing at another spot futher south.Happily he invited us over for a feed and threw me the bones.
Those were the days. Reminds me of holidaying at Lancelin in a fisherman's hut as a kid. And on Garden Island before the damn navy stole it (it's been such a pivotal defence position too - not!) I hate that everything become so bloody civilised.
Definitely nostalgia pieces. Though not much has changed on those beaches during the salmon season.
I love vintage pics like these....9the guy in the final picture is a bit of a dish too!
Isn't he? It's surprising, that photo, because he looks so clean, perky and 'pressed'. That floor is plain old black dirt (which makes such a clean shirt a real mystery) and I don't know where her got the iron from for his trousers.