I knew the Phillips boys down at Wye River. Harry and Joe. Harry was 2 minutes older. Or was that Joe who was 2 minutes older? I’m not sure now. They were always arguing about which one was the older, it was their stick, so how could anyone else be sure.
They were a couple of bleach blond surfer boys if ever there were. They were really good surfers. In their black wetsuits and with wet hair it was impossible to tell them apart.
Harry was described as the psychopath, and Joe as the quiet one, by their mother. That’s how their mother described them. Even if Joe wasn't all that much quieter than Harry, it was a matter of degree.
They would end up wrestling each other on the sand, as they would run, or surf. They were very physical with each other. They were always horsing about.
They were kind of my first introduction to the twin thing, certainly the adult guy twin thing. I went to primary school with girl twins who no one could tell apart, even their father allegedly.
I found Harry and Joe fascinating. They were identical, really like the same person, and I just loved watching the two of them. It is kind of mind boggling, in a sense. You know, like motion sickness, that your eyes are telling you something different to what your brain is telling you.
I used to spend summers down at Wye. Mum and dad had a beach house down there, oh, they still do, actually. Funny how when you have an adult life you speak about things of your parents in the past tense, even if they still have those things.
One of my favourite moments in life was a sun shower on the beach at Wye, where it was hot and sunny and it suddenly poured with rain, and the shafts of bright sunlight shone through the rain. I will always remember that day as something magical.
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