The time we would rent a cabin for 7 days and it would be our world.
The waves were out the front and the party was within. We would have guests and other times it would be eerie. The cabin would see after parties, pre parties, pre surf hangovers and post surf beers. The neighbours, kilometres away, would complain and the landlord would tell us not to worry. It was a blissful existence. A precursor to a film premiere tour through Amsterdam and Rome which for Mr Agius would return to France’s bosom as a postscript, the draw of the Cabin.
