reprehensible associators hanging around on the foreshore . I found a secluded spot amongst the titree bushes for my bike and tent , shrugged off my dust-encrusted riding gear and wandered down a tiny overgrown path onto the beach . It was a delight , with chalk-fine , gleaming white and butter-soft sand lapped by ( you guessed it ) glass-clear , pale blue sea of the utmost beauty . I was alone — apart that is from a couple of noticeably young teenagers on a plastic mat , obviously jolted by my sudden emergence into what had until then been an idyllically romantic and observer-free spot . The male teenager glowered at me in a pioneer kind of way ; the young female went red .
Aware of my disturbing effect , I returned to my tent , then strolled off down some lovely bush paths nearby . Savouring the tranquillity , I ate tuna out of a tin , rinsed my hands in rainwater , ate cheese off my pocketknife under weeping gum trees , and lay down to sleep as a million stars crept out from the surrounding silent horizons . A couple of hours later I was startled awake by the sounds of a full-on suburban domestic . A man was roaring . Not roaring dunk , but definitely roaring mad .
“ You fucken idiot ! You fucken pisshead !! Can ’ t you see what they were fucken doing ? You ’ re fucken useless !”
It appeared , over the course of an hour or so ’ s ranting , that the young almost-pubescents on the beach were the property of the not-necessarilymarried couple in the next tent up the beach . And although almost brother and sister ( maybe even legal siblings ), the urges of raw physicality had propelled the young people into what can only be called unseemly proximity – in their parents ’ tent !
“ You are just lying there fucken passed out while the fucker is trying
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