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Posts tagged ‘Bill Tilman’

outward bound, the initiation

Blackmud beach, winding goat tracks all wandering up to some unpainted timber shacks under the meagre shade of skinny-limbed eucalypts all monstered by the droning shrill of the world’s best cicada population.

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ed reid, remembered

Bill Tilman was a knuckled down kind of man with a gouged out architrave of a forehead that looked lined like an in-coming groundswell, he sucked a pipe that would have satisfied a room full of potheads and he washed as insincerely as does any Englishman in the tropics.

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