The Quest for the Last Coconut
Was it the need to escape another freezing cold Victorian winter from his hometown of Bright and sitting on some beach with thousands of locals doing the same thing? Finally arriving at Hervey Bay on the Queensland coast, being located next to a man who was obsessed with polishing his chrome tow ball, and on the other side was a man who felt the need to tell his long-suffering wife how to iron his clothes.
Experiencing the joys of having a young puppy who caught a dose of diarrhoea in the middle of the night in their caravan, and the associated trips out into the darkness to assist his needs.
A bit of family bonding with a son, who was obsessed with fishing, even in the middle of a storm, five hours, no fish, and didn't even catch a cold.
Corona may come and go, but there is always tomorrow.