Sailing South Australia

Growing up in Adelaide, I learned to sail off Adelaide’s beaches, and also down around Goolwa, mostly in the 14′ dinghy Dad built in the backyard.

Reading Swallows & Amazons books also made Goolwa a perfect real-life backdrop for my imagination.

In recent years I’ve returned to Adelaide to be with my Dad around Anzac Day. This year, he didn’t make it, because he was crook with another serious bout of cancer, this time in his throat. So over Easter (which coincided with Anzac Day this year), we took our Hartley 18, Woody, with us to Adelaide and even though Dad was too crook to come out with us, I hoped for a few sailing adventures that I could then record for prosperity, and also for my son Max’s future memories.

And it was perfect in so many ways. The water had returned to The Coorong, and for the first time in my life, I sailed through the barrage and down the Coorong.

Max was asleep down below, but the only sounds were the chuckling of waves under the bow of Woody, the occasional rush of the wind over the water and through the rigging of the boat coming off the dunes and the sea, and calls and cries flocks of different sea birds arcing out to us from the sky and sandbanks and reeds.

Later, sailing off Adelaide’s West Beach, wallowing downwind over a Gulf St Vincent swell, we sailed over the dark green and azure blue sea occasionally in company with a pod of dolphins.

I hope you enjoy the home movie.


Friday night fish & chips


Roughly 40 years ago, as a kid growing up in Adelaide, Friday night was fish and chips night. Always from the same fish and chippery on Unley Road. And Dad would get ‘two suitably chilled Southwark Bitter’ from the Cremorne Hotel on the way home with the fish and chips.

Now, 40 years later, I’m getting fish and chips on a Friday night from the same shop. I’ve just got off the train from Melbourne, unloaded my Xtracycle from the luggage van, and ridden over to Unley Road. Phone orders were taken from my elder siblings who have returned to the family home to look after my 94 year old Dad, who is seriously crook with cancer.

This time, there’s no Southwark Bitter for Dad, and no fish and chips either. All his nutrition is taken in prescribed liquid form, straight into his stomach, via a parental feeding tube.
The fish and chips kinda tasted all right, but it wasn’t the same really.

Such is life.

Cancer is really a bugger

If you fear it, that is.

The fundamental fear (my fundamental fear) comes from feeling that cancer is a monster that will just materialise overnight and take over my life. It’s irrational, I know.

I think I’ve read somewhere that the body produces cancer cells all the time, but most times the body’s self-defence mechanisms are able to kill off the cancer, before it’s out of control. Well that’s good. Good on ya body!

But I’ve read a couple of books by Sherwin Nuland, an American MD, whose prose on the mystery of the body is not only informative, but elegant, and very understandable; and he’s illustrated what happens (in his book How We Die) when cancer gets out of control, and most importantly what can be done about it.

In lots of ways, I can’t stop it happening – my body will do it’s best – but it’s how I confront cancer that will make the difference. And confronting it is what I need to do. I always take measures, such as sun protection cream, and a hat, and eating plenty of fruit and veg, and getting daily exercise, and having regular appointments with my dermatologist, and so on, and so forth.

Cancer is a bugger if I let it. Dealing with it is being matter of fact. And people who have the resilience to cope with serious change in their lives tackle the change in a matter of fact way. “OK, shit has happened, what do I need to do now, how can you help me deal with this?” And don’t forget the life that’s going on around you as well. I am more than the sum of woes, difficulties, and ailments I am experiencing.

So, sometime in the next couple of weeks I’m going to have a conversation with my Dad about palliative care; not mine, it’s for him.

He’s at the crossroads with the treatment he’s having for throat cancer, go on with it, or change tack, that is the question.

I’ll keep you posted.