Sunday at Avalon
It’s been a long time since one had hung out upon the little Avalon headland, shooting the breeze with some of the local mafia from life chapters long gone.
This little car park holds more stories than one could possibly imagine; and last Sunday there was an impromtu reunion between some characters I’d not seen in centuries.
Congregating around a seasoned kombi van, I enjoyed the company of the infamous ‘Northy’ and his fellow associate, Mr. Bob Bitch’n. These fringe dwellers still live the lifestyle many surrendered long ago; and it was an emotional high to be leaning back on that railing in the summer sun, having a yarn with folk who resurrected so many memories of a once privileged period.