Big Fish to Rubber Ducky

It was a cold, wet winter’s night in Melbourne when we decided we needed a place in the sun. Of course we weren’t so far into the red wine that we’d consider living in Deep North Queensland. This was the 1980s and Queensland was practically a police state at the time, so we settled on Northern New South Wales and bought a farm just inland from Byron Bay. When I say farm, it was more of a large, neglected, overgrown cow paddock. We hadn’t even settled the title when we received our first fin...