I love a sunburnt country but waking up to an ominous red glow filtering through the curtains puts the wind up me. Hearing an accompanying howling westerly, fearing the worst, and jumping out of bed quicker than the Newcastle earthquake my senses were relieved to be full of dust and not bushfire smoke!

The view from my veranda.

So after four days and three thousand kilometres on the road, and two of testing the liver and kidneys at a remote bush camp, it’s back home to the daily grind.

The Esky continues on another couple of thousand clicks to the southern most tip of our continent without me. Why someone would need a box to keep beer cold, or thongs, down there eludes me, but hey, they’re a weird mob!

Conclusion: The iPhone leaves a lot to be desired, as do the Facebook, WordPress apps and photographer! As my Tasmanian mate was heard to mutter, “Get off that bloody camera!” It is after all, only a phone!

Off to play with Aperture then chemicals and hopefully wake up to the smell of some fixer in the morning once again.

…until next time

…fuck digital

…cheers Pete!

Heading off into the sticks now. Probably no reception for a few days.

This first one is of a big oyster in Taree. What it has to do with selling cars I have no fucking idea!