Beautiful weather. An extraordinary number of Ironlak cans down the creek, at least 12 and maybe 15.
I was expecting the railway bridge or the creekbank to be covered in new paint jobs but everything was exactly the same.
The only sign of life was a bag of prawn heads. Maybe all this crazy badness had been washed down from New Lambton, the mother pit of all suburban wildness. Times like this I’m glad I live in Hamilton North.