Published: February 26, 2019
Sometimes you don’t realise a way of life is gone until you get a taste of it in another place
We sat on the grass and spread out a picnic rug. There were hundreds of other people in the park, all ages, doing the same. It was a balmy night in North Fremantle. A seven-piece Indigenous band from Broome, the Pigram Brothers, were playing their annual concert.
Before the concert we had done very ordinary things, but at the time they felt illicit. We went to the bottle shop and got a six-pack of beer and a can of premixed gin and tonic. We then went to the fish-and-chip shop and ordered flake and chips.
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