Photo L-R: Brothers Garfish, Mackerel, Whale, Flounder, Kipper, Eel
Ah! sunny Queensland, as the man said, “beautiful one day, perfect the next”.
About ten or more years ago, a bunch of us over 40’s (as we were then) decided we needed a little more variety in our lives, a bit of action, adventure and excitement, so we donned our budgie smugglers (speedo swim trunks) and headed to the beach to see what the world had to offer us.
We discovered that mostly it was sand in the crotch and being dumped on our heads in the surf.
Still, one thing led to another, and what started out as a informal gathering soon developed into a club, with secret names, an unwritten constitution, rules, dress code, and rival gangs.
This is our story.
