Loch – There’s a possum growling outside our window.

Toora – We have a rabbit under our van. I’m calling it Rosemary after the herbs along the fence. A wind farm is on the hill behind us, swooshing like an ultrasound of my heart.

Marlay Point – We nod off as waves lap the shore fanned by a stiff breeze.

Gillards Beach and Broulee – pounding surf.

Albury – traffic, bloody traffic, why did we choose a city?

Whorouly – more growling possums, like old men with consumption.