15th January 2013 – Yes! There is a story here, in this rich and intriguing history. I did not see it at the museum yesterday, behind the glass cabinets and in the displays. The story is out here, in this isolated old cottage, in the ruins of a burn out industry, hours away from anywhere. While walking through around the garden, it felt like there was a such an overwhelming sense of place and people.
The story came to me so quickly, walking on this beach. I saw a couple running from their parents plans, a young girl living in the burnt out ruins of her grandparents mistakes. I could see fragments of people loving and hating this land and the dangerous life of whaling. I could see reluctant whalers taken to sea by their excited and passionate fathers.
I could see the possibility of a thousand stories.
I don’t want to re tell the story of the family that lived there. I started reading about the Davidson’s and their whaling empire on the plaques around the cottage but I do not have the talent or the desire to recount a period of NSW history. Descendants of the Davidson family still live in the area – in fact I might have gone to school with one of them. The facts will stifle the sensation of my tale and prevent any possibility of the fantastical
I want to tell an alternate past, and altered history – that might have been possible if things were different and magical was more tangible.