…laid to rest
In many ways, this is the archetypal, the original elephant. Not because of its age or the length of time that I’ve had it but because of its provenance.
It begins in October 1979 when, over two consecutive nights, I went to a concert by ex-Genesis guitarist Steve Hackett in Bradford and then, the following evening, saw Supertramp playing at Wembley Arena in London.
It is a mid-winter evening at Eaglehawk Neck, the sliver of sand and scrub that connects the Tasman Peninsula to the rest of Tasmania. A solitary dog walker haunts the beach. All life appears as silhouettes in the creeping blue gloom.
A stretch of coastline, a huge storm and eight pieces of string.