Ronnie the big kid.
Photo courtesy Caroline Loudon.

YACHTIE RONNIE
I had previously met Ronnie a year or so earlier at the Cruising Yacht Club of Australia, where he was passing through on a rather large yacht. I was working in the CYC office, at the time, and the only reason I remembered Ronnie, out of the constant flow of traveling bums that call themselves yachties, was his extremely polite manners, thick Scottish accent and his persistence: he kept coming back to the office looking for CYC shirts in sizes that weren’t available.

Justine Busty Nichols