On our way back from Moruya where we had a beautiful lunch of chicken and chips at the Moruya Bowling Club, we briefly pulled up at Casey's Beach. As we sat there, watching the waves, I remembered that several years ago in the same spot we had met a chap in an old four-wheel drive with a trailer hitched up to it.
He and his dog 'Buddy' had just spent a comfortable night in that spot with a million-dollar view and no sound other than the surf - and not a cent to pay for it! The trailer was all that was left of the occupant's Jim's Mowing franchise, which he had bought and then tried to sell again to another sucker but couldn't because, as he told me, most of the money made from all the work always went straight to the franchisors.
So, he had chucked a comfy mattress onto it, covered the lot with a tarpaulin, and set off to travel round Australia, next stop Byron Bay. We had parted company when his fishing reel started screaming and he had to rush to the beach to take in his breakfast, a freshly-caught bream. Years later, I'm left wondering, "Where are 'Buddy' and his master now?"
