You could liken them to explorers: men not unlike Percy Fawcett, who wandered the rivers and jungled wilds of South America, searching for El Dorado, or Peter Matthiessen, who found the fabled white leopard in the Himalayas .
Three explorers, latter day, in search of Somerton Treasure.
The man known as Q.
The man known as Beadle.
The man known as Self.
In 2016, these three expeditionaries wander the desolate and windy reaches of the Glenelg Coast, searching for treasure lost over sixty years ago, nearer to seventy. But they are at odds.
Of them all, only Beadle has yet to unearth any treasure.
Q has found his Namesake.
Self has found his Crystal Dish.
The Beadle runs hither and thither into the bracken and jungle, listening to the haunting melodies of the forest people, the songful, wrongful pygmies who see no light.
They beckon him.
The Beadle listens to their songs that promise Somerton Treasure, again and again. He shares their fire and when he comes back to the place where Q and Self are encamped he is sooty faced, and his appetites are much diminished.
header pic is Fawcett
pic 2 is Matthiessen