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David Caon

INDUSTRIAL DESIGNER

y family owned a shack near the beach in the town of Penneshaw on Kangaroo Island. We would go three or four times a year, sometimes for weeks at a time. It was a raw and untouched place, which forced a different pace of life upon all who visited. As kids, we loved it because of all the freedom we had to explore and create our own fun. We had local friends and a day would routinely involve bike riding, fishing, jumping off the jetty, exploring and hiding our city-slicker ways as much as possible. I have keen memories of watching my little sister as she cleaned the fish I was catching directly on the rocks — she was always better at it than I was. My father made a point of cooking everything we caught. Luckily, he was a restaurateur. We kept a car there that we called ‘The Bomb’ named in the traditional sense of the term. It was a 1970s-era Holden Kingswood station wagon, which was starting to rust