An ironic post script …
There I was trapped in Birdsville, less than a month later and 2000 km away here I am trapped in Victoria.
I live on the banks of an inoffensive little creek, I woke up this morning to find it lapping at my back door. I have the choice of a ford and two bridges if I want to go anywhere. The ford would be certain death, the photo of the nearer bridge doesn’t tell the story all that well – you can’t see the bridge! Here’s the other bridge …
The floorboards are still dry, there’s food in the pantry and beer in the fridge. I’m better off than many another …
bobmcgee 