HARRY: And at the end of that beach there’s a headland, a big rock platform. In the middle there’s a carving in the rock. A man with a spear. And a big kangaroo. How old did that fellow say it was?

VIC: Five thousand years. At least.

HARRY: Five thousand years!

VIC: It is a wonderful place. And what a piece of luck you found it.

JIM: It was just chance, wasn’t it?

GWEN nods again.

After that storm we salvaged what we could and dried it out. We thought we’d just go straight home. There didn’t seem much point in carrying on after that washout. There doesn’t seem to be a reason to carry on with your holiday when your van’s a wreck, your boat’s smashed on the rocks and all your clothes are soaked. But we tried to save something of the holiday and spent a few nights in this motel. It was a funny place. Run by this old cheese who wore thongs all the time. They were old thongs, very loose, and you could hear her, flap, flap, flap, coming down the passageway. They’d stop for a second, then start again. I suppose she was listening at a door. I don’t know what she thought people might be up to, the rooms were really tiny. We stuck it out for a couple of nights. But… we didn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t our sort of place. So we decided to head for home. We drove all day yesterday and we were getting pretty hot and tired and the girl suddenly pointed at a road sign and said we had to turn off the highway. She really wanted us to, kept insisting. So I turned the car around and drove back to the road sign and turned off down the dirt road. And when we came up over the last hill and saw the beach…

HARRY: Yes, you were very lucky.

VIC: And you got here in time for the campers’ amateur night. It’s how we end our holidays. It’s a great night. You’ll laugh till you’re sick.

HARRY: It’s a great way to end a holiday.

VIC: And it’s been a wonderful holiday this year.

CORAL enters in a flowing kaftan, dark glasses, and a huge straw hat over a scarf.

Look, there she is, the artist.

She waves. CORAL goes out without seeing them.

Isn’t she an interesting-looking woman? She’s been here a few days now. She just arrived one morning, all by herself. I think she might be an artist or something, so that’s what I call her. She goes and sits on the rock ledge for hours and stares into the sea. She keeps to herself, right away from everyone. The world is full of interesting people.