PS …

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 …

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