It is dusk on a warm sandy beach somewhere in the world, after a long day of kicking on the boat we meet the girls who have not strayed from their rented deck chairs beside the bar. After ordering drinks we get to work on the temperamental barbie.
Nothing in the world could be more beautiful than watching the sun dip below the horizon as warming embers flicker into the breeze and carried out to sea. the music is soft this far from the bar, we don’t have to shout over any outboards now. we crash in the sand, lay on our backs and make guesses on the number of stars in the darkening sky. life doesn’t get much better, freedom is my drug, Oxley Moore is my life!