I’m not sure if there is a term for fear of deckchairs. Mine arose from an unfortunate childhood incident in which I was setting one up in the back garden to read in the sun. It slipped the notch and collapsed into the closed position with my little finger caught, tearing and bruising the skin and nail. As a consequence, to this day, I approach them warily, circling them as one might a dangerous animal and keeping all appendages well clear of the offending supports. Fortunately, at the Deckchair Cinema in Darwin the seating was benign.
My friend and I came upon the cinema, walking around by the water earlier that day. Intrigued, we peered in through the closed gates and were pleased to discover that there was a film showing that night.
Eager to take advantage of the full deckchair cinema experience, we arrived at opening time. After selecting our deckchairs and a few colourful cushions as extra padding, we turned our attention to dinner. We then sat, plates piled with delicious food and glasses filled with bubbly being entertained by a trio of bass, guitar and violin. As the sky darkened a few promotional slides were shown. Amidst the usual, one warning us not to feed the possums. This had certainly not been something I had to consider on any previous cinema outings!
Prior to the start of the film I got chatting to a guy sitting next to me who told me he and his family went walking in remote parts of Kakadu National Park where the Parks staff dropped incendiaries to clear the thick ground cover vegetation ahead. Anywhere else I wouldn’t have believed him.
Birds squabbled and squawked in the surrounding trees as the light left the sky and the heat of the day softened into a balmy evening.The film was the perfect accompaniment to a first experience of Darwin.