One sik addiction

Beautiful weather. An extraordinary number of Ironlak cans down the creek, at least 12 and maybe 15.

Ironlak cans

I was expecting the railway bridge or the creekbank to be covered in new paint jobs but everything was exactly the same.

Tunnel entrance

One sik addiction

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.

Bag of prawns

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