Chapter 11
The sun blazed high overhead as I traipsed across the Mindil Beach car park. I made my way through row upon row of parked cars to the place I’d entered the markets last time I’d been here. There was a fence blocking the way.
I looked up and down the fence line, searching for a way in. To the right, was a banner marking the official entrance. I headed that way. A couple of volunteers wearing Lions Club t-shirts manned the gate, holding buckets labelled Gold Coin Donation. I dropped a two-dollar coin in one of the buckets and walked beneath the Beer Can Regatta banner.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called George. He’d come down earlier to help Nathan carry our beer can boat onto the beach for the initial design judging at 10 am. I didn’t want to spend too many hou
