The Smells of Summers Past

Frangipani. WD40 (always something rusty). Fibreglass (smell of surfboards being mended). Surfboard wax melting in the glovebox of a Kombi. The vinyl seats of a 70s Kombi baking in the sun. Wet swimming cossies and damp towels. Bait boxes at the end of a long day of fishing. Fish gutting tables by the boat ramps at beaches.* Hot chips. Aerogard. Aquasun. Salty air.

* Yes, I am a vegetarian, but I wasn’t then. And my family likes to fish, a lot.


About Madame Moselle

Freelance provocateur. Enthusiastic optimist. Dancing bear. Believer. Facilitator of perversion. Disseminator. Libertine. Moth and flame. Rouser of rabble. Stirrer of pots. Bowerbird. Public spectacle.
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