If you’ve ever lived on an island, you’ll have noticed the small weirdnesses that isolation brings. It gets a bit tribal somedays. After the recent fires and storms, the Dangaris went back to their old ways… building ritual sites out of the fallen timber.
These were ephemeral moai… gone in a few days. It’s getting chilly here and firewood is hard to come by.
I live on an island without cars. Everything we need has to come across on the ferry. But… you ask, how do we get our shopping home? This is the family car round here, the wheelbarrow. Lined up just beyond the ferry shed, they’re practically a tourist attraction.
This is very topical for me. Two weeks ago we had a ‘twenty year storm’ that happened at a time of high tides. The beach where I get some of my best photos got trashed. The lovely beach front houses lost over a metre of land. You can see where a rock wall has saved one garden. The rest look like a bulldozer has been through.
The Drifter does current affairs reporting. Dangar Island, NSW, Australia