Almost every Saturday, I see Fred in his parking spot outside a local supermarket. Today, I stopped to talk to him, and ask permission to take some photos of him and his rig.
He has been on the road with his sharpening/key making service for 50 years now. He covers a wide area of far north Queensland, and seems to enjoy his solitary existence. I’ll be taking some knives to him next week.
Winter or summer, he wears roughly this same outfit.
A relic of his trips into the northern gulf country.
He hasn’t been everywhere, yet.
There should be more Freds in our world.