They were mostly young people in their twenties and thirties and were obviously enjoying the late afternoon. The sun would probably be setting in abou... an hour, we guessed. “Hi all!” we greeted them with as we approached, intending to pass by politely and carry on to the end of the bay which was not far off. Friendly waves, smiles and a few hearty hellos were returned to us. “They seem quite a friendly bunch,” I remarked. “Not to mention ‘damned attractive’ quite a few of them!”Nobody was naked. Some of the party asked for chicken and chips or some other snack, but we simply weren't ready and had to refuse them, as we had never intended to open during the day, we gave the two drivers our phone number and asked them to call us if they intended calling in to us.Another twenty pounds each and they rounded every one up,"We're doing another fishing trip tomorrow missus and if you could manage to do sixty or seventy breakfasts in about an hour, we'll call in, what do you say?" We'll manage. Instead of elevating either one, I debase both. My way of guaranteeing equality of the sexes. The story that I am about to tell you involves a couple whose private life is definitely on the unusual side of the force. The husband, Mike Haverhill, is a tall and good-looking black man in his early twenties. He attended a state college for a few years and graduated with a bachelors degree in business. He tried the business world for a time but quit because he loathed that soulless environment. He. I've a wife and a son. We live in Wembley Heights. Western Australia is in a crucial position. In terms of natural resources. iron and nickel ore, for example, we're wealthy. We've also been blessed with the wheatbelt and the forests and vines in the southeast. But we're plundering our resources. We're over-using the water. We've introduced alien species. And we're building in places that may well be metres under water in a few decades." I paused. "Is that enough?" Enough for me," the producer.