Nah, probably just an emu. What a strange autumn we’ve had. It has been 9 weeks since we returned home from the Empty Esky Tour, closed our doors and began watching the saddening statistics on TV. At least here in … Continue reading Camp Corona, is that light at the end of the tunnel or an emu with a torch up its bum?
Well another week or two has passed. We’re losing track of the days and dates and please forgive us if we stand with heads bowed on our driveway commemorating ANZAC day on the wrong day. We went into isolation about 4 weeks ago when we returned from our somewhat failed Empty Esky trip. I’m thankful now that the last non-medical person I came into contact with, was my hairdresser. Woody on the other hand, is resigned to growing his hair long for the last time. As he reckons there’ll be little left when next it is cut. And speaking of … Continue reading Life at Camp Corona