Dedication
In the dusk light, I am standing on the cliffs of the southern finger of rock which bounds North Gorge. Looking south down Main Beach I can just see a lone figure. She is bent over at the waist, straight legs, concentrating on the sand before her as the last wave slides back down to the sea. I can sense her concentration, even at this distance. She watches, waiting, waiting. And then she stands straight and lifts one hand high above her.
I know she is holding her prize and is smiling but I can’t see that from here. I know that the meter long creature will go into the small bucket on her belt and will serve as bait for our fishing early tomorrow morning.
And I know that this woman, alone on an empty beach save for a few gulls and a hopeful Sea Eagle hovering above, is happy and would wish to be nowhere else on Earth.
She is my wife, Suzy Wilson, and this show is for her.