1973 – well there you go. I had dropped out of teaching and out of most things in fact. I was living with Tony Bahles in Drummoyne, Chiswick and then Balmain. Sex and Drugs and a little bit of rock n roll. Not much for me really. I did go and see Jethro Tull and Joe Cocker but my obsessions were primarily the first two. In 1973 my niece, Josefine was born and Tony and I took off for Far North Queensland in a mini-moke. With a blue tent. We made it to 4 Mile Beach in Port Douglas and stayed quite a time. I loved it there. I was truly happy – barefooted and wild with salt and fishing and the luxuriant tropical life. I learned to not scratch the first itch. I have never forgotten that and it has served me well.
We sailed South on a ketch made from Huon Pine. The UTIEKAH III. I put the photos in unedited because they were only recently restored to me as old slides from my in-laws who had them tucked away someplace safe.
At the end of the wharf in Port Douglas was a restaurant owned by a camp guy called Ivan. He made sauces for steaks which I can still taste till this day. Marvellous things they were.