This is the story I coaxed out of a few people passing by one early morning on the Gold Coast, Australia. So I am only the messenger: The man who lived on the boat had a heart attack. He was carted off to hospital. He’d also had two legs amputated. As he couldn’t do anything to salvage his prize possession he signed it over the the troops who control the waterways (whoever they may be) That’s very sad. The boat has been in that position for more than two months. Bloody sad. See the shag (bird) drying its wings.

High Tide

This is how the Gold Coast Spit looked like this wonderful morning – rough, pumping and all over the joint like a dog’s breakfast. While I was there I had a chat with veteran Surfers Paradise lifeguard Grahame Long who said, “Tommy, you should have been here yesterday – the tide was amazing.” I agreed and replied, “I wasn’t…what a bastard.” (Queensland, Australia).