SAVING MARTHA
Way back in the day, more than 35 years ago, my mate Brian Stapenel showed me some fuzzy snapshots of beach break heaven. The photos left an indelible impression on me, so that when I first visited King Island in 1991, it felt strangely like a homecoming.
It was very much a low-key country community with genuinely friendly folk, devoid of airs and graces. One guy stood out to me from the rest on that first visit. His name was Jeremy Curtain, known to everyone simply as “Wire” because he was kinda tall and
