Elizabeth Knox

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Tata Beach, New Years Eve, 1974.

  Three weeks without rain. The motels have had a water tanker in, but all the locals are toughing it out. The air at sea level is hazy with evaporation and the black grid-work of the oil rig they’re building in the shelter of the Bay has disappeared completely. I’m on the beach with David MacDonald, my same age cousin, who didn’t do well […]

Q & A

What did you want to be when you grew up? When I was about six I announced to my parents that I wanted to be a jockey—not that I’d ever been on a horse! Not wanting to let me know too soon what the world was like (then) my father said, ‘But darling, you’ll grow […]