the commodore and his orchard
This is Eureka folklore, or so I'm told.
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Apr 28
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the eureka slab
Carlisle only remains standing. Moving his knees and hands a little this way a little that. He sleeps.
the table of mothers
Wakeful nights are many for Mad Tim, as he plots his unending calculus of weights and distances and horses names and jockeys’ colours.
Apr 18
mona vale – a litany of strange company
A dispassionate look at the friends we have to surf with. Herewith a list of malcontents from Mona vale.
nat young – my part in his downfall
Nat had a funny way of introducing himself to you when he dropped in - sometimes he would slice around into a full-blooded cutback and say hullo to your head with his elbow.
locals a problem? crowds?
Bony little demons all firey-eyed in the dark as they rip away their clothes and dress in black, to vanish into the cauldrons. Cackling at their good fortune.
the advantages of standing upright on a wave, considering the choices
the last wave before dinner
more women in the surf means no more problems. 1 of a series
Women though do belong in the surf, and they belong all around it. This can used to our advantage.
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